Then one morning I awoke to find my body changed. My breasts had grown considerably. I found out later, a whole cup size to 38C. My nipples had turned... brown and small bumps ringed my areolae. I dark line ran from my pubis to my navel, and when I turned sideways, a noticable bulge was visible. I hefted my heavier (and slightly sagging) boobs. I ran my slim hands over my new roundness. I LOOKED pregnant! I had a belly! I immediately got into maternity clothes, though they hid my new bulges. I was. Fourth, how could that be, she only ever talked about Reed and Taylor, who else was there? Why hadn’t she mentioned this other one to anyone? He knew that he would defiantly find out.“So who are the others? Need I change my thoughts about your level of cleanliness?” he asked as she was walking away. She went as far as the dining room and picked up her clothing. Smiling to him, she began to dress. “Well one was actually a boyfriend for a while and the other was a drunken mistake.”Getting up, he. Well minus the tear.That was the deciding factor. I had to have my Princess back on my 'team'. Our team. But how? I couldn't afford to pay her to stay home. I'd be broke in no time. Then what I had heard her yell at me last night before she left my room forced it's way to the front of my thoughts, “Daddy the three of us have talked about this ALL day AND we are going to do it”. I got dressed and went to sign in on my lap top. I signed in, was checking my email when I received an email telling. Cycling, swimming maybe. But I was thirty three, recovering from injury, and despite my experience, I would never be as fit as I had been and less competitive that the twenty somethings who were looking for places on the international squad. I mulled over my future as I sipped the glass of wine in my apartment. I?d been invited to a party by a friend, who promised that I could get a job with some of her ?networking contacts?. Great, I pondered, a desk job somewhere working like a slave for some.