The room spun around you. Feeling dizzy, you stumbled. Someone grabbed you, supporting you.
“You all right, honey?” a voice asked. You looked up. It was your best friend, Jake.
“Um, yes,” you said, smoothing the fabric of your dress. Your dress? You looked down. The sweatpants and T-shirt had been replaced by a floral dress that showed off your large pregnant belly.
“I don’t think I believe you, darling. Come here, sit down.” Jake led you over to a chair. You looked around. You were no longer in the place you had been a moment ago. You were in a restaurant of some sort. Pastel colored decorations were everywhere. To your dread, you realized that you were at a baby shower. Presumably, a baby shower thrown for you.
“I’m fine,” you said, beginning to get up. Jake pushed you back down.
“No, you sit. I’ll get you some water. It’s the least I can do after getting you pregnant with triplets on our wedding night.” Jake walked away. You struggled not to gape after him.
You’re married to Jake? And pregnant with triplets? His triplets? How could things get any worse?