Mary was certainly in need of dressing up and mingling. At first she wasn't sure she wanted to pull out the dress for the evening, wondering if her protruding belly would be too much. But after looking over herself in the mirror, she decided it was completely acceptable and appropriate. She loved her stomach, she loved knowing that her son would be in her arms in a matter of weeks. She was terrified, that was for sure, but she wanted to finally see him.
"I hope you're ready to dance," she said with a soft smile, making her way across the room to where he stood. "because I think our son is anxious to get out on the floor." He was currently pressing up against her stomach, the pressure just to the right of her belly button was strong but tolerable. "He's been moving about all day," she said calmly, her hand moving to press gently against his tiny body. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was a strange feeling in her stomach. But why worry about silly things like that when they had places to be and things to do? She sucked in a slow breath, the look of confusion slowly turning into a smile. Everything was going to be fine tonight.
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