Seraphine's bladder had been screaming at her for what felt like forever after she'd been stuck standing in the same spot. Pregnancy had a nasty way of turning every little discomfort into something she just couldn't push aside anymore.
The pup seemed dead set on reminding her that putting herself last wasn't going to fly much longer. Figuring she'd waited more than long enough, she drew in a slow breath and stretched out her stiff legs, rolling her shoulders to work out the worst of the tension.
The second Damon stepped forward to take over the confrontation, she knew the timing couldn't have lined up any better if she'd planned it herself.
Without making a show of it, she slipped her hand around Athaliah's arm and gave a gentle tug, steering them both toward the ladies' restroom.
