"Hey there, baby," she whispered, gliding her hand over the curve of her belly.
It was definitely starting to show and she loved it. She was standing in her dance studio with her shirt pushed up and her stomach pushed out. She was admiring her profile in every angle she could crane her head. So very different from her dancing days where the girls had been competing to see who looked more svelte, whose muscles were the strongest while also the sleekest. Now, she was proud of her layered curves and growing belly. She wanted every pound and every inch.
She pulled her shirt back down and sat to pull on her toe shoes. Now that she was about to enter her second trimester she could no longer dance with the energy she once had, but she still enjoyed messing around and choreographing new steps.
