 Anashti l Brat Pack l Sally & Dr. Finklestein
It was perhaps the fact she knew that he meant it that made her feel in some ways even worse. Her husband was absolutely the sweetest, kindest, most understanding man that the universe had been graced with. And she'd been lucky enough that he fell in love with HER. And on a good day, she didn't quite feel like she deserved that gift. But currently? She knew she didn't.
"Thank you." She settled with a simple reply, deciding he was right. It was handled and it didn't matter much now to try to assign any type of blame anywhere. The hug made her feel better and she relaxed into it, turning her head so she could rest her cheek against his shoulder instead of her forehead. She nearly felt her heckles raise at the mention of a waddle... but he was right. And he was also being sincere that for some reason, this amazing man still even thought she was cute. "I'm glad you like it. Considering how often I am up and waddling around the house anyways." She could never get comfortable enough to relax. Whenever she did, baby went haywire in her stomach.
Which speaking of, the little gave a particularly powerful kick as she had settled, causing the woman to jerk back a bit with a wince. "I think we have a little cricket player. She is powerful." She reached for Sur's hand, placing it on her abdomen so he could feel baby as well.
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