This was nuts. Erica hesitantly probed the massive orb with the tips of her fingers. It couldn't possibly be real. Using the toilet proved awkward, but if nothing else she was able to sit and breath for a moment. No matter how tightly she shut her eyes, not matter how hard she wished otherwise, she was pregnant. Worse, she was impossibly big; there would be no easy way to hide this from anyone. She quickly put her shirt back on as well as she could. It didn't cover any part of her stomach.
The only thought Erica had was to get to safety: to get home. She struggled to put away all of her fearful thoughts. What would happen to her? Was she going to give birth right then and there? She felt incredibly uncomfortable. The new weight of her abdomen was serious, and the skin of her belly was tight. Furthermore, the unborn children in her womb were moving. Tears welled up in her eyes as she waddled out of the dressing room.
She raced out of the building. Rehearsal had gone into late night, so there weren't many people still in the building. It didn't matter to her, though. There was no time or probability for being stealthy. She rushed to her car, not thinking of whether people saw her. As she got to the door, she fumbled her keys out of her purse, only to drop them.
"Shit," she cried. The keys lay before her on the ground of the lot, taunting her. What followed was a humiliating series of attempts to lower herself to the pavement. Her knees ached. The keys were just out of reach,
"Do you need help, Miss?" called a familiar voice.
It was the director, Simon.
"No," Erica groaned, almost praying. "Leave me alone."
But Simon didn't listen. He hadn't recognized Erica from where he stood, but knew clearly that this large pregnant woman needed some help. Hyper focused on the keys, he hurried over and picked them up. As he held the keys out, he finally saw Erica's face.
Then they stood there, staring at each other in shock.
"Simon," called out a woman's voice. It was Sunny, the stage manager. She was a nice, short woman with black hair. She was dressed for a social outing at the local bar, the usual hangout for the cast and crew after work. As she came to Simon's side, she also looked at the mortified Erica. Here eyes filled with shock as she, too, became a frozen statue. "Oh my God," she whispered.
A voice called out to Erica from the palm of her hand. She had unconsciously been holding the coin the entire time, and she was overwhelmed with the need to flip it. Then she did.
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