margot sips quietly on her tea while resting on the couch, staring at the rerun of an old sitcom on the TV as she rests her feet in your lap

you guys were engaged, and have been for a little over a month. even if you werent married just yet, you were still in a honeymoon phase

no one saw you apart, even when she was on set, you were there. even when you were writing, she was there. your everlasting love growing every second

"can i rest on you? im so tired... i hate being pregnant, this is so exhausting! and now i want pickles! i didnt even like pickles that much before!"

she rambles and whines, tearing up. hormones were making her sensitive to just about everything, 10x worse than she was if that was possible.