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Jaimee was still breathing hard after her impromptu boxing workout on the fashion runway so her adrenaline let her waddle faster than usual over to Hannah, as her sister Lena guided her from behind. "What do you need me for?" Jaimee asked, stopping when she saw Hannah pinching her sinuses in frustration and Nadia crossing her arms and stewing with anger. "What?"

"Can you, like, get these two to talk?" Lena asked with an exasperated sigh, gesturing between her mother and Hannah. "I can't talk to this primadonna redhead but you know her. Facilitate, moderate, whatever."

"These designs are ridiculous! When I heard this was a maternity fashion show, I thought you would have form-fitting dresses, nice blouses, pants and skirts that fit. Look at this one!" Nadia said, pointing at Sophie as she prepared to go on stage. The purple-haired barista had on a glittering top made with metallic pieces that formed a mail over her belly, with the gaps just big enough that her bright, smooth belly could be seen clearly while fabric mixed in to the other sections covered her breasts and arms. "You'd draw less attention to her pregnancy if you had her waddle out in a bikini!"

Sophie rolled her eyes and turned to Hannah. "So am I going out or not?"

"Go, go, go, we're on a tight schedule," Hannah said, waving Sophie out toward the stage. The applause flared up again as she showed off the dress but Hannah's grimace did not soften.

"I'm glad I was here before you let my daughter walk out on stage in these things," Nadia said, putting one hand on Lena's shoulder.

"This collection is designed to accentuate a woman's pregnant body. Anyone could just make a tailored dress to fit a big belly. I'm doing something new and unique and that's why this show is valuable," Hannah said.

"This is why I don't work directly with designers," Nadia said to Jaimee. "All artists are like this. They have such big egos."

"Yeah, she's the one with the ego problem," Jaimee muttered under her breath. "Listen, we're almost at the end and I'm not going to show off my body only to have all this cancelled. Hannah, maybe you have some more...traditional dresses my mom could wear to show some balance in the collection?"

Hannah crossed her arms and looked away. After nibbling on her lips for a few seconds, she finally mumbled, "I guess I have a few more basic outfits."

"And Mom, maybe you should take a risk and try and trust Hannah here? Listen to the crowd. People like this," Jaimee said. "Maybe you, Lena, and Kara can try on Hannah's other clothes and come out on stage at the end to close out the event? You'd get lots of cheers."

"They're just being polite. No one wants to be rude to a bunch of pregnant women," Nadia scoffed, biting into another forkful of food from the catering table. "I'm not showing my face out there until I get some assurance that this is going to help our financial and legal situation. If I go out there with all those cameras and this ends up being a failure, I'm going to be skewered even worse."

"Mom, please, try and be cooperative," Jaimee urged as Hannah left to get some more conservative dresses. As she looked through the wardrobe, Hayley was pacing around, her fingers and legs twitching.

"Everything okay?" Hannah asked. "Stage fright?"

"I don't think so," Hayley said. She hadn't kissed the requisite five bellies yet and had just one to go. However, now she felt the urge to kiss that final pregnant woman more strongly than ever. It was worse than just being horny. It was an itch, running over every piece of skin on her body and down to her bones and tendons. As Hannah waddled toward her, Hayley's eyes fell on her popped-out belly button. But Hayley couldn't add onto her sister's existing pregnant burden. "I...I've got to go!"

Hayley hurried away, leaving the yacht club through the service exit in the back. She passed by Lucy making out with her husband, a robe slung over her exposed, naked body. Hayley had already inadvertently grown Lucy's pregnancy twice now. She couldn't do it again. As Hayley hurried around the club's perimeter, she spotted Shelley Rae the designer smoking and checking her phone. As soon as Shelley noticed she was being watched, she flicked the remaining ash off and tried to hide her smoking hand. "Oh! Please don't tell anyone. It'll ruin my all-natural, healthy living brand. I only smoke socially, I swear!"

"Sure, lady," Hayley said, finding the only target available. She waddled over and lifted up Shelley's top to reveal her flat, toned midriff. "You seem healthy to me. You've got a great stomach."

"Oh, well thank you," Shelley cooed. "I try not to get intimate with models but since you're an amateur, I suppose it's alright~"

"It'll be quick," Hayley said, bending down and kissing Shelley on the navel. That final kiss released all of the stress building on Hayley and she felt a warm rush between her legs, but it was replaced by guilt as Shelley's stomach started to swell and grow round. Her designer clothes ripped and stretched to accommodate Shelley now being full term pregnant, and she was big for a woman only pregnant with one baby.

"What is this? What's happened to me?" Shelley gasped. "And look at my clothes! What the fuck am I supposed to wear now?"

"Guess that's why Hannah's maternity clothes are so special," Hayley shrugged as she moved to get away as quickly as her 16-baby belly could take her. "And you should probably quit smoking for a while."

Back inside the event center, Jaimee was continuing to argue with her mother and sister as agent Lisha Wallace strode up. "Well Nadia, I gotta say, you're making me write a very interesting report tonight," Lisha chuckled.

"Oh, give me a fucking break. Don't give me this Columbo fake objective act. You think I'm guilty and you're just biding your time until you can nail me," Nadia spat, mouth still full of Polish food.

"After all this? I don't know what to think," Lisha said, raising one eyebrow and looking at all the half-naked pregnant women moving to and fro. "Though I gotta say, that young lady comes up with some interesting clothing designs. I've been thinking about starting a family soon and I wouldn't mind wearing one of these."

"Good timing," Jaimee said quietly.

"Glad to hear that," Hannah said, waddling over with three dresses in tow. "Here, these better?" Nadia pinched one of the hems and looked the outfit over. "Boring enough for you?"

"If you want to get anywhere in the fashion world, you might want to not insult the Krazoka family so openly," Nadia sneered. "Especially when you have so many babies to raise on the way."

Hannah blushed and opened her mouth to snap back when Shelley got in between the two of them. "Nadia! I owe you an apology! This maternity fashion line idea? Brilliant. It's exactly what the industry needs," Shelley said, touching her tan bare belly. Everyone looked at the designer in shock, since she was as toned as a gymnast minutes ago. "I know I don't have any clothing for pregnant women that I'd want to be caught dead in."

"You're...you're pregnant," Lisha said, eyes wide in shock. "How did you-"

"I do a lot of intense yoga. My womb may not be in quite the same spot and my pregnancy was hidden, or it's these fertility chemicals everyone is talking about in town. Who knows? The point is, I've got a baby on the way and I want to look good until she comes," Shelley said.

"You already know it's a girl?" Jaimee asked.

"I'm very in touch with my body's energy. I can tell," Shelley said.

"Alright then," Jaimee said, looking away. "Another reason why I don't hang out with fashion industry people..."

"I'd like to partner with this new enterprise, if I can. I've got plenty of resources that need investing and I can start selling when I open up in Australia," Shelley said, spinning around to face Hannah. "And I've got lots of people who I think need to talk with you as soon as possible."

Hannah was stunned, nearly dropping the dresses for Nadia that were in her hands. "T-that would be g-g-great," Hannah said, unable to believe the head of Rae Designs was giving her such praise.

"Well, we'd better close out the show then," Nadia said, taking the dresses and heading to the changing room.

"Hmm," Lisha said, taking out her notepad and scribbling some observations. "Guess the new Krazokas are legit after all."

As Nadia and her two daughters got into their new dresses, Hayley slunk back into the show and got into the press section. She tapped Thomas on the back as he was resetting his camera. "Hiya," she said. "Long time no see."

"Feels that way. It's been a crazy couple of days," Thomas said with a nervous grin. "Oh, this is my coworker Kate."

"We've met," they both said in unison as Kate touched her new pregnant middle. Thomas gulped and turned back to Hayley. "So, WMB. The big leagues."

"This sounds like a personal conversation," Kate said, stepping away. "I'm hungry anyway. I'll be back soon."

As Thomas and Hayley stood together, Thomas couldn't keep his eyes off of Hayley's new, colossal belly. "Um, yeah, I've been doing okay here so far. I'm still really new but...y'know...um..."

"Want to rub it?" Hayley sighed, patting her belly. "Go ahead, you're going to pop a blood vessel resisting." Thomas placed his hands on her bare stomach and stroked in large circles. "Guess you're upset we weren't together when I was this big, huh?"

"I think we spent enough time together," Thomas said with a grin. "Speaking of, me and Lucy spent some time together recently too."

"Hey, good for you," Hayley said, holding her hand out for a high five. Thomas laughed and slapped it. "So you and her are a thing now?"

"No, we aren't a real match. It was just a crush sort of thing. Sorry I sabotaged your career over it," Thomas said, blushing.

"Eh, I'm moving on from that," Hayley said, waving it off with one hand. "My life's changed a lot too. Hey, I might have a career as a model now! I can still travel plenty that way."

"True," Thomas chuckled. "Jaimee's family seems to get around."

"Speaking of, now that you're newly single again...you and Jaimee?" Hayley said, raising one eyebrow. "Anything there?"

"I'd like to but she left me, y'know. Unless...you don't think she'd want me again, right? You know her better than I do." Thomas kept saying, his face bright red and his grin getting goofier and goofier. "Do you know something I don't?"

Hayley winked and studied the look in Thomas' face as cheers started up again. Both of them turned to the stage as Nadia, Kara, and Lena waddled out. Kirstie, still emceeing the event, got on the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, the benefactors of tonight's event, the Krazoka Fashion Company and its owner, Nadia Krazoka!"

"Sorry, got to cut our talk short," Thomas said, quickly getting the camera ready and pointing it at the stage. "Kate's not back yet so I guess I'm in charge for now."

"Finally getting your chance to shine," Hayley chuckled, giving Thomas a light pat on the back as he went live again. "Next thing you know, you'll be anchoring the nightly news."

"Thank you, thank you," Nadia said as she strode on stage. "Tonight was a first step for both our company after the passing of my husband and the start of new designer Hannah Knightley, who will be a name you hear about in the fashion world much more very soon." As she took one step forward, the stage finally started to give under the weight of so many hugely pregnant models (and Jaimee's boxing demonstration didn't help). One leg snapped and the stage began to sag. "Uh oh. Tad, are you out there? Could you fix this, please?"

Tad came out of the back and began to work on the stage and put in back in order. But no sooner did he get on stage than Grant ran out of the crowd. "There you are, you son of a bitch!" He yelled, tackling Jaimee's cousin and throwing wild, sloppy punches and slaps. "Stay away from the love of my life!"

"What the fuck?" Tad shouted, rolling around on the already rickety stage while trying to fend off the wild-eyed reporter. "Aren't you the TV news guy?"

"Grant, what are you doing?" Gigi screamed, rushing out onto the stage with Brandy following behind her. "You're acting crazy!"

Thomas' face flushed. Here was his chance to give Jaimee and her family some help with a positive news story and now not only was it in jeopardy but the man who got him his current job was the one ruining things! "We're back live. It seems someone has run out of the crowd and begun assaulting one of the stage hands. It appears to be some sort of personal dispute unrelated to the show."

"Can you get a clearer image of either man?" said one of the anchors from the WMB studio. "I can't believe Grant is missing this story."

"Oh, I'm sure he's aware of it somehow," Thomas said with a gulp. "He's always got an ear for news."

"Everyone, please, be calm," Nadia said, still with the microphone in her hand. "Any security here, would you please-"

"Hey, where's all the food?" Kate shouted from the side. She marched out with several other very pregnant women with very strong cravings. "Did you eat all the catering?"

"Um, I don't know if this is the appropriate time to discuss that," Nadia said, her face flushing.

"She still has sauce stains on her face!" Nina shouted. "We volunteer our time while we're pregnant and you eat all the food?" The hungry and angry pregnant women got on stage, shouting and arguing with Nadia. Now the groaning sound from the stage's supports could be clearly heard and, with one big boom, it gave way. It was only a few feet off of the ground but it still shook everyone up and knocked away nearby lights and displays, as well as sent pregnant women onto the floor.

The audience began to flee after seeing the stage crash and so did most of the news teams to avoid getting their gear damaged. Thomas stayed since Kate was the one up on stage. "The fighting has resulting in the stage breaking down," Thomas said to the studio back at WMB, turning the camera to show some pregnant women literally rolling away from the chaotic scene as they fell from the stage. "Kate is in the thick of it trying to, um, gather more information and the other news outlets are being evacuated to avoid breaking any equipment, but for now, it looks like this is one fashion show no one is going to forget any time soon."

"One last question before you go: was that Grant Gabriel attacking that man?" one of the anchors asked.

Thomas could see Grant in the middle of the fray, one hand wrapped around Tad's throat while Gigi was tugging him away with both of her burly arms. He turned the camera down a few degrees so none of their faces could be seen. "We're, um, still gathering more information. Back to you."

As Hayley looked around the scene in panic, she felt the hairs suddenly stand up on the back of her neck. Hayley had felt this way a few hours ago...could she be back already?

Sure enough, through all the confusion, Rose strode into the center of the fray and lifted her arms out wide. "Never fear, the final entertainment is here," Rose said with a booming voice. Taking in a deep breath, she began to sing. It was an old style of singing, with lots of high, steady notes. And it was beautiful. The few people there were transfixed and even Grant and Tad stopped fighting to listen. Rose was an incredible singer and she was beaming from ear to ear as she sang.

Hayley was listening intently too, but she felt like it was so familiar, like she had to have heard this before. And not just this song but this singer...but when would she have listened to music like this? It was like lounge music from the 1950s, or even older. The last time she heard music like that, she was trying to learn about Cassie Bobbins.

Then it clicked, just in time for Rose to finish her number. The remaining people in the venue clapped and Rose turned to the media pit. "How many entranced viewers, cameramen?"

"Um...everyone else is gone and they had to throw to commercial," Thomas said, touching his earpiece. "But Rose, since when could you sing like that?"

"No one? I was broadcasting to no one?" Rose fumed. "So much for stealing the spotlight. I'll find a better stage next time."

As quickly as she came, Rose left, able to escape thanks to the chaos still left over from the stage collapsing and a pile of pregnant women falling around. But as she waddled to the exit, Hayley's own big belly blocked her path. "Rose, what the hell was that about?"

"Hayley, funny seeing you again," Rose snickered. "I'm doing another change in careers. I already sold all of PGNT's secrets to WMB and now I can fund my big return to the music world. All the classics are new again, after all. I thought upstaging your big show would be fun but of course, you can't draw any big crowds. I'll have to come up with something else."

"Wait, one more question," Hayley said, pushing Rose back with her belly. One advantage to being pregnant with 16 babies is she had a built-in barricade. "How do you know Cassie Bobbins and why do you hate her so much? You have her pictures and albums in your house that Lucy saw, you tried to dig up information on her back at PGNT, you know her songs by heart. What's the deal?"

"Her songs? No, those songs were written by Rose Masie and then forced into a duet with Bobbins," Rose said, her smirking replaced by smoldering anger.

"So what, Rose Masie was your grandmother and you still hold a grudge for her?" Hayley asked. "And you still know about this whole curse thing, so...what did your grandma tell you?"

Rose's face was as red as Hayley's hair now and she was trembling. "You stupid, slutty child...how can you still not see it?" Rose said, her voice dropping to a whisper before she exploded with anger. "I AM ROSE MASIE! I'M CURSED TOO!"