Room #13, Main Dorm [Monday, Morning]
There was something seriously not right about this baby. Even after what House had said, she still figured it couldn't have been more than a few weeks, and yet she couldn't even pretend to still fit into her jeans anymore. It was growing far, far too fast, and it was very unnerving. She was pretty damn certain by now that this couldn't be anyones child but Azazeal's.
She tugged up her shirt again, chewing her lip as she rubbed her hands over her bump. This was really not good.
[[ooc: The door's cracked, the post is open, but be prepared for a bit of SP until this afternoon.]]
She tugged up her shirt again, chewing her lip as she rubbed her hands over her bump. This was really not good.
[[ooc: The door's cracked, the post is open, but be prepared for a bit of SP until this afternoon.]]