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To suggest that the past month has been harrowing for Gwen Petrelli would be something of a vast understatement. Her own frightening experiences on Halloween were bad enough to merit downtime and no small degree of therapy, but the addition of Peter's disappearance and subsequent amnesia might have sent her into an anti-social and irrecoverable funk had she felt it were an option. Thankfully, she cared too much about her husband and her child to be so selfish, even with such a marvelous excuse. She's spent her days focusing on what needs to be done for everyone else, and her nights trying not to cry.
The winter weather's sent her nostalgic, though, thinking about her arrival on the island and the passage of a year. Of how greatly things have changed in that time, of how different it all could have been. Sitting in front of the rec room fireplace with a cup of tea, she's feeling sentimental, and perhaps a little mopey, and doesn't expect the sensation when it comes.
It's like butterflies, or bubbles, and Gwen frowns as she splays her free hand over her swollen abdomen, thinking it must be gas, or something she ate. It happens again, though, more tangibly than the last, and her breath catches hard in her throat when the flood of realisation hits her. She makes a quiet sound, a bit like a wistful whimper, and rubs over her stomach as she swallows back the lump in her throat.
The winter weather's sent her nostalgic, though, thinking about her arrival on the island and the passage of a year. Of how greatly things have changed in that time, of how different it all could have been. Sitting in front of the rec room fireplace with a cup of tea, she's feeling sentimental, and perhaps a little mopey, and doesn't expect the sensation when it comes.
It's like butterflies, or bubbles, and Gwen frowns as she splays her free hand over her swollen abdomen, thinking it must be gas, or something she ate. It happens again, though, more tangibly than the last, and her breath catches hard in her throat when the flood of realisation hits her. She makes a quiet sound, a bit like a wistful whimper, and rubs over her stomach as she swallows back the lump in her throat.