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Liam
“I would have liked to not have been heavily pregnant while decorating the baby room.” Cyra stirs a pot of paint and lets out a deep sigh. “I’m pretty sure I said something like that a few months back...”
It’s April, and we’re having beautiful spring weather, which probably doesn’t help her discomfort at the moment. It’s warm, but also very humid, and no matter what she wears, nothing seems to be comfortable for her. I hope the humidity drops soon, as that will make things a little easier, but I’m not holding out hope.
I chuckle as I go over to her, carefully picking a lock of her hair and sliding it behind her ear so it won’t accidentally get paint on it. “Well, you’re not technically ‘heavily pregnant’ yet.” She shoots me a glare and I hold up my hands. “You’re just big a lit
