Pregnacy had a way of glowing on a woman's face. Whether it be a month or 7 months, Fai's hand would find itself patting the flat stomach, shocked and surprised that something was growing there. Somebody, she corrected herself, would grow inside her.

She worried that she might strain herself with all the things she focused on now, trying to finish this years studies, helping out at the bookstore as a part time job and then funding her refugee, finding ways still without her powered form to get to the house and drop supplies and rebuild rooms.

She had told Drake the new, and had asked him to watch over the house a little more carefully.

She tried to shuffle the thoughts away as she organized books, lifting at least 6 heavy ones to carry over to the new shelving. Bookstore remodeling, she sighed. They could never decide on a set up.

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