DEMETRIA

“Arrghh!” I groaned, rolling onto my back as I stretched out every stiff muscle. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand.

“Damn… 12:43?” I mumbled. Almost one in the afternoon. “Marion really fucked me into a coma last night. Or… the baby is making me tired lately,” I whispered, smiling as my hand drifted to my belly. I wasn’t showing yet, but still, our little bundle of joy. Gummy bear, as Marion would say. I snickered quietly.

I grabbed the remote and hit the ...