Valentines day hadn't been entirely bad. Lucy was glad they'd gone out with Sarah and Craig to some fashionable place in the old market. Still she felt under-dressed and fat. She could only watch Sarah eat cheesecake. She had fresh fruit.
They'd gone to a piano bar afterwards. It just wasn't her cup of tea. She'd rather have gone to the club to see the Freaknoids.
"You know, you couldn't have taken it down at the club." Todd went on about the smells, and the atmosphere.
"They don't allow smoking there." She reminded him days later when she was in a crabby mood, she guessed. She knew the real reason why they didn't go.
"You would have seen Cory." Todd finally said as if that were the real reason. Not Spencer. "Could you have faced him?" He tried to keep her busy with a bag of old clothes he'd brought home to see if she liked any of the fabrics. He was busy making all sorts of things with the sewing machine. Modifying tops she could wear for maternity dresses.
"I guess." She didn't really care. "Sarah says he's seeing Ali."
"Good." Todd finally said as he handed over a baby-doll like dress made of vintage paisley. She pulled it over her tight T-shirt and leggings. It fit amazing swell. She smiled. Was there anything he couldn't do?
"But I still can't see us having a potluck or anything of that nature, can you?" He went back to sewing his next creation that was out of a fine black and white checked dress.
"What? Is it all my fault?" She glared at him wondering what he expected her to do. "I can't even eat at these kind of things."
"Right." He stuck to the dress until he had it ready for her to put on. But she loved this one. Really, how many dresses did he think she'd need?