Holly's trek home was one of the most difficult tasks she had yet attempted. Sure, she hadn't walked far from the house, but walking these days was starting to get a little difficult to her, on account of her ever-widening belly. And said belly was now filled with the remains of a chubby mother-daughter duo that was still digesting. Still, it was getting late, and Holly would rather be inside, surfing the web. Watching her stomach work was interesting to observe for only so long before it got a little boring. So Holly moved as best she could, holding her belly with both hands to keep it from slapping against her thighs.
So focused was Holly on getting home that she entirely missed the Hummer sitting in the driveway, a sign that her father was home (a rare occurrence, the be sure). Instead, she waddled up to the door, and spent a little while fumbling around for her house keys in her skirt pocket, mainly because she kept putting her hands in the folds of her love handles rather than the pockets themselves. Still, she was able to take out the key and get into the house.
It was about now that Holly realized that her dad was home, seeing him standing in the front hallway. "Holly... what have you done to yourself?" he asked.
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