Emily crossed the bar's corner and observed the woman further: she had been heavily waddling around the bar – calling out to various unseen characters. And then she had an idea.
"Let's try you again, shall we?" Emily cooed at the material, clutching the amulet's shape. Would it work? Again, it didn't beforehand, so maybe it was... stuck? Nevertheless, Emily focused hard – concentrating on the woman's pregnancy, and in transferring it. If this would work – as she was told – she'd be carrying twins; very, very, shortly...
"And..."
PING
"A dud," She sighed, stretching languidly in disappointment. As much as Emily enjoyed carrying her twins, she hoped she'd be given one break – at the least. Still, it was worth a shot! "Ah well, let's get going."
Minutes later, Emily arrived at the group's table, and she was welcomed accordingly. Unfortunately, her friends had chosen an inferring choice of grouped seats: the booth.
"Why did you have to pick a booth?" She complained, exaggerating her gravid figure with emphasis on the 'elephant-in-the-room' – as she'd call it. "Do you realise how pregnant I am?"
"Oh quit whining. You need the exercise anyway, fatty." Laura joked, smiling greatly.
"At least I exercise Laura." Emily fired back, finally managing to wriggle into the booth. When she did, Emily broke the unspoken tension by gasping in amazement; she had an unusual – and albeit unique – story to tell her friends, and she desperately wanted their thoughts! "You guys are NEVER going to believe what happened today!"
"Honey, we know what happened – why else do you think we're celebrating?" Laura said, gesturing in confusion at their predicament.
"No! Something ELSE happened!" Emily said as she related to her friends of the events that had taken place previously.
The news was met with a barrage of delight and congratulations. "I can't believe it!" Laura squealed. "Two promotions in one day? You are one lucky girl!"
"You're right!" Emily said, blushed. "You know what? The next round of drinks are on me. Let me go tell the bartender."
"Sure, sure – as long as you're able to actually get OUT of the seat," Laura added, referencing Emily's rather-gravid state.
After another battle of wriggling, Emily managed to heave herself out of the seat's leather texture, waddling right for the bar – she placed her groups order when she did. It was there where Emily saw someone familiar – though she couldn't quite discern who, yet.
"I need four whiskies and one soda... OOH MY GOD! YOU!" Emily exclaimed, breaking her current train of orders for surprise. Standing behind the bar, preparing her drinks, was the woman Emily had kissed earlier that day.
The woman paused, before she eventually shared the same recognition. "You!" She said. "You were the crazy woman earlier today! You were the one that kissed me!"
Emily wanted nothing more than to disappear from embarrassment: someone whose last encounter was that? "I'm so sorry about that! I-I didn't know what I was doing – pregnancy brain took over, and I..." She began, rambling on about an excuse that wouldn't matter.
Then the woman did something completely unexpected; she began to laugh.
"Haha, slow down! It was worth it to see that reaction right there! Can I at least get a name for my secret admirer?" The woman joked, leaning in closely.
"Emily," She replied, her face still reddish in embarrassment. "You?"
"Jane." She said. "Now... what do you wanna order?"
"Four whiskies and a soda."
"Wow! You are... something of a heavy drinker, huh? Sure you wanna subject the little dude to that?" Jane said, pointing to Emily's belly.
"Dudes," She corrected, before quickly adding: "Oh God, no! The soda's for me! I would never – ever – drink while pregnant! The..." She stopped at Jane's giggling – waving her hands in amusement.
"I'm just joking! Man, you fluster easy! Don't worry – four whiskies and a soda, coming right up." Jane said as she turned to pour the drinks.
While she was turned, Emily got to really look at Jane for the first time. She was shorter than Emily (but most people were). She looked about average height. More notably, she was an extremely attractive woman: skinny jeans hugged her legs and showed off some nice curves, and when she bent over, Emily noticed a flurry of stairs at her cake.
When Jane turned around, Emily saw a playfulness in her eyes and in her smile. She also saw the luscious red lips and dazzling white teeth that she had kissed earlier that day – followed by green eyes hiding under bangs of fiery red hair.
"Here ya go!" Jane said – breaking Emily out of her trance. "Four whiskies and a soda – for the mother-to-be." She then looked at Emily. "That's an... interesting outfit for some partying. Don't you have maternity clothes, or something?"
"It was the only stuff I had that fit me," Emily said, rubbing the increased expanse of flesh amongst her womb.
"If that's what fits you, I'd hate to see what doesn't!" Jane joked. "I mean, you don't even have a bra on."
"How did you know?"
"Easy – you're leaking."
Emily looked down. As if on cue, she indeed was leaking breast milk – and it was soaking through her shirt to the point that she could see through the fabric. Her hands shot up to cover the spots, but soon sighed in disappointment. "Oh... this is so embarrassing!"
"It's also incredibly funny!" Jane added. "I mean – I've never seen... a pregnant woman... who doesn't have bras!" She cackled, covering her muffled laughs.
The two continued their entranced conversation when...
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