Pregnancy wouldn't make me plus size

Ryan POV

I picked out a plate and began filling it with different foods from each of the food lined up, selecting the ones that were healthy. I made sure to add her nuggets, which were the only junk.

Once I finished, I walked back to her, carefully placing the plate on the kitchen counter.

"Here it is, start eating," I said, looking her in the eyes.

She looked down at the food and started whimpering.

"Don't you like it?" I asked, and she shook her head.

"But–" I began saying, but trailed off.

"What is it?" I asked, noticing how she was behaving. She was feeling discomfort.

"I'm tired," she said, whimpering and moving her body as if she was trying to adjust to the discomfort she felt.

"Ryan, it's making me feel strange. I don't know what's happening to me," she cried in panic, and I sighed.

I hugged her, raised her singlet, and placed my hand over her stomach, which was still flat as usual. I tried using a connection I felt to soothe the discomfort she felt, as it was obviously leading