Holly hurried into the cafe's small, unisex toilet, clutching her 'belly' awkwardly against herself. This was the third time in as many weeks that one of the velcro straps had given out. Thankfully, the last two times had happened while she'd been at home, but this was the first time it had happened in public. She awkwardly crouched, resting Simon on the toilet seat, and hiked up her black dress, revealing the pouch beneath, the left shoulder strap hanging loosely. Apparently, the sudden strain