during Tatiana’s first real Easter egg hunt, I wanted to look better than I
felt at seven months pregnant.
“Ugh!” I groan
ed.Erik turned off the shower, dried himself, and then wrapped a
plush white towel around his waist. “Need some help with that?” “These damn jeans!” I shook my head, annoyed by the
accumulating sweat at the base of my long brown ha
ir. “Yeah, you canhelp. Help me not be such a house every time you knock me up.” He put some gel in his hair. “Oh, honey, you know I think you look beautiful.”
At 29-years-old, Erik Grieve was a rising star in special effects atLucas Digital, notorious for knocking out the work of five men. The guysthere teased him about his obsessive-compulsive tendencies and for havingso many 16 x 20 sized photos of his wife and seventeen-month-old
daughter in his office, but he didn’t care.
At size 6 or size 16, Erik usually had a way of making me feelattractive.
But I wasn’t feeling very attractive that morning as I struggled to
squeeze into a pair of dark-
blue jeans. “How is it that you get better