[ the way she watches him is guarded. there's always this metaphorical wall between them, something intangible that nonetheless separates them. sometimes, privately, that distance makes something uncomfortable and tense fester inside her. that's worse than the morning sickness, the aches and pains.
her eyes drift down to his hands, how they're offered to her. finally, she draws closer, reaching to grasp him by the wrists and pull his hands to her, placing his palms flat against her belly. ]
It can. [ she counters simply. it's not a threat-- just a point. ] But I don't wish for it to be helped.
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her eyes drift down to his hands, how they're offered to her. finally, she draws closer, reaching to grasp him by the wrists and pull his hands to her, placing his palms flat against her belly. ]
It can. [ she counters simply. it's not a threat-- just a point. ] But I don't wish for it to be helped.