JUNIPER'S POV:

"Will you at least drop me off at school before you go to your art, whatever?" I ask Hiram as I put on my jacket, staring at myself in the mirror.

"Sure," he says, leaning in to kiss my cheek.

"I am so glad we're in winter, and I get to wear these large jackets. I can slowly feel the baby fat creeping in." He grabs my hand, pulling me away from the mirror.

"That's enough for today." He wraps his arms around my waist. "You look more beautiful than ever, and there is no baby fat," ...