I stood in front of the mirror trying to squeeze into a pair of jeans but they just wouldn't budge. I tugged until I was out of breath and then I pulled them off tossing them in the hamper. I grabbed a pair of leggings and pulled them on. Then I picked out one of Caleb's old work shirts and threw it on pairing it with a leather belt.

"Is that my shirt?" Caleb asked when I walked into the kitchen.

"Maybe," I winked. "None of my clothes fit."

"Don't you have an office full of clothes?" he asked.

Not maternity clothes," I replied. "In six years of designing clothes, I never once thought to start a maternity line."

"I bet you're thinking about it now," he laughed.

"Not helping," I glared at him. "I'm just going into the office to pick up some bigger sized though."

"Before you go," he handed me a magazine, "you might want to see this."

"What?" I stared at the byline that read: Hanna Rivers to debut new swimsuit collection but not before debuting her baby bump. Next to the caption was a photo of me and Caleb walking down the boardwalk. I was wearing one of Caleb's flannel shirts over a black t-shirt and you could see the hint of a baby bump. I looked at Caleb. "I can't believe this."

"Think about it," he explained. "It could be good publicity."

"Not really," I replied. "It has nothing to do with my designs. It's just a fluff piece."

"Princess," he cooed hugging me tightly. "It's a tabloid. No one pays attention to these."

"Thanks," I smiled resting in his arms. Suddenly my phone rang ruining our perfect moment.

"Should you get that?" he asked.

"Probably," I sighed. I grabbed my phone and picked up. "Hello?"

"Hanna!" I recognized Spencer's voice. "Toby and I had a fight. Is it okay if I come over. I just need to get away for a minute."

"Sure," I told her. "I'll leave the gate open for you."

"Thanks," she said. "You're the best!"

"Okay, bye," I hung up the phone.

"What was that about?" Caleb asked.

"Spencer," I told him. "She got in a fight with Toby. She's coming over."

"Here?" he asked.

"Yes, here," I told him.

"I thought we were gonna go out to breakfast," he pouted, "and then I was going to take you to buy stuff for the nursery."

"We'll do it another time," I told him. "Right now Spencer needs me."

"Promise?" he pleaded.

"Yeah," I gave him a quick kiss. Spencer arrived a few minutes later letting herself in through the front door and appearing in the kitchen.

"Hey," she smiled giving me a hug. "Thanks for letting me come over."

"Of course," I said.

"Are you hungry?" she asked. "Do you want to get breakfast?"

"Uh sure," I saw Caleb's face fall. He must be starving. I turned to him. "Do you want us to bring you something?"

"No, I'll just cook here," he replied.

"Okay," I smiled. I grabbed my keys and followed Spencer out to her car. The two of us drove to a cafe where she unloaded everything on me.

"Am I being crazy?" she asked after she explained that Toby was being especially jealous lately and they were fighting all the time.

"Can you hold that thought?" I asked. "This baby is making me have to pee like every ten minutes."

"Sure," she laughed as she watched me waddle away to the closest restroom. I was in and out in a few minutes and I finally made my way back to our table. I paused for a moment and turned to Spencer.

"Why don't you stay with us for a while," I told her. "You've been living with him since high school. Maybe you could benefit from working things out in your own space."

"Really?" she asked. "You'd do that for me."

"Of course," I replied. "This wedding planning is getting to you. You need a tiny vacation from it."

"I don't know," she sighed. "I almost feel like we shouldn't get married anymore if we're just going to fight all the time."

"You might be right," I told her, "but try out being apart for a bit and then you can rethink the wedding."

"Thanks," she smiled. "Thanks for listening."

"How long is she staying?" Caleb asked me. Spencer had been living in the pool house for over a month and we were lying in bed in the morning.

"I don't know," I sighed rubbing my swollen belly. It was now so large I could barely get my arms around it. This baby would be ready to come out soon.

"Can't you tell her to go?" he asked.

"No," I replied. "She's my friend."

"Toby's my friend," he answered. "He's probably my best friend but you don't see him taking over the guest room."

"That's it!" I smiled.

"What?" he asked.

"Invite Toby over," I told him. "He's your friend. He comes over all the time. Why can't you guys watch the game here this weekend or something?"

"Because Spencer's here," he told me.

"That's the point," I explained. "I let here stay here so she could work things out with him without having to share a bed at night but she hasn't even made an effort to contact him."

"Is this like an intervention?" he asked.

"Maybe," I winked.

"How about this one?" Spencer asked walking out of my closet wearing another one of my designs. The twelfth one, actually.

"I like the red one," I told her. "I will always like the red one. I designed it thinking of you."

"Oh," she breathed. "In that case."

"I'm starving," I called out to her while she changed again. "I'm going to go make a sandwich, do you want to come?"

"Uh sure," she smiled walking back out. We went down to the empty kitchen where I put together a quick sandwich.

"I am going to take half down to Caleb," I told her.

"Okay," she smiled. "I'll just wait here."

No," I told her. "Come with me. I'll make you a drink."

"Hey!" she said looking out the window. "Is that Toby's car?"

"No," I brushed her off. "It's probably one of Caleb's clients or something."

"You sure?" she asked uneasily.

"Yeah, come on," I said grabbing the sandwich and walked down to the basement to find the game blaring.

"Hi Princess," Caleb said grabbing my waist when he saw me.

"I brought you something," I handed him the sandwich. Then I whispered in his ear. "Where's Toby."

"Bathroom," he replied. Then he turned to Spencer. "Can I get you a drink?"

"Uh sure," she smiled. "Vodka tonic if you have it?"

"Of course," Caleb got behind the bar and quickly poured her a drink as Toby reappeared from the bathroom.

"Spencer..." he breathed when he saw her.

"Toby?" she was clearly confused as Caleb handed her a crystal tumbler.

"Caleb," I grabbed his hand. "I need your help with a squeaky cabinet upstairs."

"Uh sure," he followed me up. We were alone in the kitchen and he turned to me. "Do you think this is gonna work?"

"I don't know," I sighed leaning against the counter. Caleb grabbed my waist and leaned down to kiss me doing his best to avoid my baby bump. Suddenly he jumped back.

"What the...?" he breathed.

"What?" I asked concerned.

"Did our baby just kick me?" he asked.

"Don't be shocked," I smiled rubbing my stomach. "He kicks me like a hundred times a day."

"Maybe we should go back down there," he said grabbing my hand. I followed him and we walked into the basement only to find Spencer and Toby making out on the pool table. My mouth dropped open. I smiled but suddenly I felt a sharp pain and instantly pressed my hand just below my belly button.

"Ooohh," I moaned.

"Hanna," Caleb said as I leaned on him digging into his shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"I think it's the baby," I told him as I tried to regain my breath.