Brody and pregnancy did not get along.

"You're.. not hungry?"

"No."

"But you haven't eaten anything since -"

"I'm not hungry, Fyo."

"Okaaay. I'll just leave this tray here..."

"Nooo."



Brody sat up, rubbing her eyes. Sunlight streamed into the room, falling upon the untouched tray that Fyo had left on the bedside table.

The door swung upon, and he poked his head inside. "Morning, love."

Her mood had been so off, lately. Brody frowned. "I'm sorry." She hadn't meant to snap at him, last night.

Fyo blinked. "For what?"

"Oh, you're hopeless." She grinned. Slipped her arms around his neck.