Jemma's POV
It had been a few weeks after my little sister's eighteenth birthday. I was now in the fourth month of my pregnancy, and I looked positively huge. I swear I was ready to pop. But according to Angela, the pup's growth had slowed, and she thinks I will probably be pregnant for another month. That only made me grumpy. I was ready to be done with this. I wasn't able to do much activity without getting tired. For most days, I only worked half a day in the office. I still made myself exercise every day just because it helped alleviate the pain in my body.
I hate being idle. Sitting in my room just watching TV drove me nuts. It made me cranky, and I snapped a lot at Cassius, which made me feel bad because he was doing such an excellent job taking care of me. I hated ma
