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It's her usual get up and go morning, off for her jog around the grounds of the castle, down to the lake and back. As she's pulling on her sweatpants in front of the walk-in closet, she catches a glimpse of herself in a full-length mirror. Just a glimpse, from the corner of her eye.
Then she does a double-take.
She's wearing nothing but her sports bra, as her pants are still around her knees. So she gets a very good view of herself sans bottoms, from the side. Specifically, her stomach.
There's a bump.
She'd felt it, so many times, but it had been invisible to the naked eye, really. She'd stared at herself for days, waiting for the first visible sign of her pregnancy, and so of course it snuck up on her when she wasn't ready for it.
She's got a bump. There's a baby there. Under that bump.
She can't tear her eyes off it.
Then she does a double-take.
She's wearing nothing but her sports bra, as her pants are still around her knees. So she gets a very good view of herself sans bottoms, from the side. Specifically, her stomach.
There's a bump.
She'd felt it, so many times, but it had been invisible to the naked eye, really. She'd stared at herself for days, waiting for the first visible sign of her pregnancy, and so of course it snuck up on her when she wasn't ready for it.
She's got a bump. There's a baby there. Under that bump.
She can't tear her eyes off it.