Chapter 3 – Back from Business
Bridget woke up the next morning and looked at the clock. It was 11 o'clock and Mark still wasn't home. She turned on the radio and Kid Rock was playing – 'Rock n Roll Pain Train'. Bridget sang along, knowing all the words. She finally decided to freshen up quickly, after looking at herself in the mirror and realising that she didn't want Mark to walk in, see her and wonder why he ever liked her. At the moment, she was prancing around in her huge stomach holding in pants and she decided that if she was to give Mark a special welcome home as she had hoped, she'd have to slip into something more comfortable e.g. her extremely tiny knickers.
Bridget heard a car park outside and saw Mark Darcy getting out. She gave a little scream and dashed for the bathroom. She hit her head against the door and fell unconscious on the floor.
When Bridget regained consciousness, Mark was kneeling next to her smiling.
'You're awake.' Mark tried to hold back fits of laughter. He slowly helped Bridget to a sitting up position.
'What happened?' Bridget rubbed her forehead.
'Well, judging by that big purple bruise on your head and that dent on the door, I'd say you ran into the door and got a bruise on your head.' Mark continued to smile.
Bridget realised that she was still wearing her stomach holding in pants and that Mark Darcy had just caught her unconscious on the floor after walking into a door. She felt totally humiliated. She ran into the bathroom and got ready quickly. She observed her bruise in the mirror. It was purple, big, lumpy and eww......... pulsating!
'Bridget!' Mark called from the next room. 'Are you okay? You've been in there a while.'
Bridget just wanted to crawl into a tiny space and slowly die. After an hour, she emerged from the bathroom frowning. Mark smiled at her and took her by the hand.
'Don't look so depressed Brig, It's really not that bad!' Mark couldn't hold in the laughter anymore. Bridget ran into the bathroom and locked herself in.
'Bridget!' Mark shouted.
'Go home Mark or I won't come out! I mean it.' Bridget shouted back.
'You're being ridiculous Bridget, I haven't seen you for two weeks!'
'It wasn't supposed to be like this!' Bridget whispered; tears formed in her eyes.
Mark leaned close to the door. 'Come out Bridget, I promise I won't laugh.' Bridget slowly opened the door and Mark wrapped his arms around her waist and gave her a kiss.
Bridget finally got ready while Mark prepared the lunch. She informed him of everything that had gone on while he was away, including her parents visiting her.
'Well-' Mark began as he stirred the soup 'If they suspect that a girl is involved, they wouldn't be far off!' He smirked.
Bridget smiled back and Mark looked at her thoughtfully. 'Why are we keeping this a secret?'
Bridget got bowls out for the soup and set them on the counter top. 'I haven't seen you since Christmas evening. I'd at least like to have you to myself a while before my mother finds out, gives me the I-told-you-so lecture and then not leave us alone for a minute.'
'Fair enough' Mark smiled.
They sat down for lunch, grateful for not having to eat blue soup! After dinner, Mark left to visit his parents as he promised he would when he got back.
So much for a special welcome home!
Bridget woke up the next morning and looked at the clock. It was 11 o'clock and Mark still wasn't home. She turned on the radio and Kid Rock was playing – 'Rock n Roll Pain Train'. Bridget sang along, knowing all the words. She finally decided to freshen up quickly, after looking at herself in the mirror and realising that she didn't want Mark to walk in, see her and wonder why he ever liked her. At the moment, she was prancing around in her huge stomach holding in pants and she decided that if she was to give Mark a special welcome home as she had hoped, she'd have to slip into something more comfortable e.g. her extremely tiny knickers.
Bridget heard a car park outside and saw Mark Darcy getting out. She gave a little scream and dashed for the bathroom. She hit her head against the door and fell unconscious on the floor.
When Bridget regained consciousness, Mark was kneeling next to her smiling.
'You're awake.' Mark tried to hold back fits of laughter. He slowly helped Bridget to a sitting up position.
'What happened?' Bridget rubbed her forehead.
'Well, judging by that big purple bruise on your head and that dent on the door, I'd say you ran into the door and got a bruise on your head.' Mark continued to smile.
Bridget realised that she was still wearing her stomach holding in pants and that Mark Darcy had just caught her unconscious on the floor after walking into a door. She felt totally humiliated. She ran into the bathroom and got ready quickly. She observed her bruise in the mirror. It was purple, big, lumpy and eww......... pulsating!
'Bridget!' Mark called from the next room. 'Are you okay? You've been in there a while.'
Bridget just wanted to crawl into a tiny space and slowly die. After an hour, she emerged from the bathroom frowning. Mark smiled at her and took her by the hand.
'Don't look so depressed Brig, It's really not that bad!' Mark couldn't hold in the laughter anymore. Bridget ran into the bathroom and locked herself in.
'Bridget!' Mark shouted.
'Go home Mark or I won't come out! I mean it.' Bridget shouted back.
'You're being ridiculous Bridget, I haven't seen you for two weeks!'
'It wasn't supposed to be like this!' Bridget whispered; tears formed in her eyes.
Mark leaned close to the door. 'Come out Bridget, I promise I won't laugh.' Bridget slowly opened the door and Mark wrapped his arms around her waist and gave her a kiss.
Bridget finally got ready while Mark prepared the lunch. She informed him of everything that had gone on while he was away, including her parents visiting her.
'Well-' Mark began as he stirred the soup 'If they suspect that a girl is involved, they wouldn't be far off!' He smirked.
Bridget smiled back and Mark looked at her thoughtfully. 'Why are we keeping this a secret?'
Bridget got bowls out for the soup and set them on the counter top. 'I haven't seen you since Christmas evening. I'd at least like to have you to myself a while before my mother finds out, gives me the I-told-you-so lecture and then not leave us alone for a minute.'
'Fair enough' Mark smiled.
They sat down for lunch, grateful for not having to eat blue soup! After dinner, Mark left to visit his parents as he promised he would when he got back.
So much for a special welcome home!