A pregnant Kaitlyn.

Kaitlyn took one look in the mirror and frowned. It seemed her makeup was too much. She looked perfect and from what she had seen of other pregnant women, they weren't supposed to be perfect.

Sighing, she grabbed a tissue from the Chanel bag on her lap and began dabbing at the makeup on her face. Her makeup artist had simply overdone it. No pregnant woman had sparkling blue eyes, rimmed with black eyeliner, a bronzed-up face, and her hair looking soft, fluffy, and extra blonde.

She would have to complain about it to the agency later on. But for now, she paused in her train of thought and stared outside the window. The city hospital loomed largely and by all things good, it had quite a several steps.

"Crap!" She muttered staring down at her protruding belly. How would she climb up the damn stairs with her belly looking like she had swallowed a watermelon and it had refused to get out of her body?

Turning her glance back to the rearview mirror, she continued dabbing at her eyes. One