[For Shadow]

[playingtheenemy]

It was getting to be a routine that Ainsley could set her clock to. Every day she would have to run to the washroom and then think she was fine and then it would hit out of nowhere with this constant regularity, this present insistence of the little boy growing inside of her that apparently had his mother's appetite. "Okay! Okay," she said,

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[palmthemoon]

"Let me tell both you and the tiny person inside you," Shadow remarked mildly as he sat bent over a mostly empty crossword puzzle. "That doesn't even sound like food, that is how gross it sounds. And I have had prison food."

He looked up at her and, even though by this time it was routine, his gaze was still concerned. "How are you feeling?"

[playingtheenemy]

"It's the delectable and incredible layer of sweet and salty. I have to admit, that's one of the cravings that I've been experiencing that I genuinely may try once this little guy is out of me," she said, patting on her stomach lightly. "I'm okay. Tired, but okay. Well, really tired and slightly paranoid that means something, but I'm sure Rollie will tell me it's all okay."

[palmthemoon]

"I think just being tired is okay." He held his hands out to her. "I was reading it in the book. But we can ask the doctor in the family too, if you want."

Shadow didn't ask Rollie as many questions as Ainsley, because of the sheer words to minute ratio difference, but he had to be damn tired of their queries all the same.

But it was just for a few months more. Rollie could hack it.

[playingtheenemy]

"I love it when you call it 'in the family'," Ainsley said, absolutely glowing at that fact, leaning down to pat her stomach before she glanced up at Shadow. "Well, what do you think of your progeny? He's definitely growing by the second, the little easily-persuaded thing. I eat and I eat and he eats it all for me."