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Jul. 19th, 2018 12:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
every_blossom_bloomingMaybe it was all in her head, but she felt a weird nesting urge. When she got to Darrow it had just been about wanting to make her apartment feel like her own, like a place she could stand living in. And it was ridiculous to think about nesting right now. She had months yet before she needed to get ready for anything.
Her body didn't seem to be wasting any time, though. The only advantage she had over any other pregnant woman was that she could control her own body. Morning sickness hit her hard, and she had hit it back. Still, she couldn't over-do it, and sometimes the queasy feeling lingered longer than she liked.
So she sipped her ginger ale and she looked at the window display of bassinets and cribs and toys. Was that really her future? She'd never imagined it for herself. Well, not as her near future, anyway.
But in less than a year, she'd have a baby.
"Saints, Zoya would kill me."
Her body didn't seem to be wasting any time, though. The only advantage she had over any other pregnant woman was that she could control her own body. Morning sickness hit her hard, and she had hit it back. Still, she couldn't over-do it, and sometimes the queasy feeling lingered longer than she liked.
So she sipped her ginger ale and she looked at the window display of bassinets and cribs and toys. Was that really her future? She'd never imagined it for herself. Well, not as her near future, anyway.
But in less than a year, she'd have a baby.
"Saints, Zoya would kill me."
