 Anashti l Brat Pack l Sally & Dr. Finklestein
Hearing him shout hold on, probably to retrieve his wand, Advi sank to the edge of the tub and perched herself on it with her hands folding over her pregnant belly. There was a million different ways she would prefer to be able to sit, but the growing mound just made it endlessly difficult. She could feel frustrated tears slipping down her cheek - though in reality she knew it wasn't AT Suresh. He had said he'd fix the door before, but he needed breaks as well between his work and living with the soon to be momzilla that she was becoming.
Which she hated by the way. She hated being so grumpy and difficult to be around. And snapping at the love of her life so often for no real reason.
Seeing the door swing open, she didn't move from her spot on the tub. Though, she couldn't determine if it was because she was wallowing or if it was because it was too difficult to stand up. At his apology, she just gave a small shrug, staring at the ground in front of her. She probably could lecture, but her anger was waning and just replaced with self pity.
Which she also hated.
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