Summer
Walking into the bar around noon, I was greeted by yet another day of raised eyebrows from both Collen and Hank. Both guys noticed when I started wearing Tats shirts instead of my tank tops and low-cut tops I normally wore when I worked behind the bar. But when I started showing a few weeks back, I knew keeping things under wraps a few more weeks was going to get even harder. It was bad enough that everyone was questioning why I was refusing drinks. Why I would run to the bathroom every now and then, locking the door behind me so none of them could follow me and catch me throwing up. Speaking of, I was really glad the morning sickness seemed to go away. My god, that was the worst thing ever. I couldn’t stand the smell of the food we cooked at the bar. But at the same time, I cou
