“how are you feeling, honey?”

you smile softly at percy’s mother, sally, as she takes a seat on the love chair across from you, sitting on the couch.

you run your hand along your baby bump over your sundress, smiling softly as you glance over to your husband speaking with his stepfather in the kitchen.

“I’m well.” you turn back to sally.

she smiles warmly at you. “you look it. radiant.”

“not too tired?”

“no. you look more put together than I ever did.”

you shrug. “I drink a lot of coffee.”

sally opens her mouth to respond but before she can, percy enters the living room with paul, his stepfather.

you squint your eyes at your husband upon his interruption. though in response, he smiles, kisses your forehead, and takes a seat next to you on the couch.

“what’re we talking about in here?”