It's holiday baby fever!

Three margaritas deep, a dare from her girlfriends, and a mall Santa who is very clearly not equipped for what she's about to whisper in his ear. Holly climbs onto his lap giggling, leans in close enough that he can smell the tequila, and confesses the one wish she's never said out loud sober: she wants to get pregnant. Not just pregnant — enormous. The kind of belly that turns heads and stops traffic. Then she loses her balance and lands flat on her butt in front of the entire food court line, howling with laughter. Was it just the alcohol talking? Even Holly isn't so sure.