[Her guess had been correct, although she takes no pleasure in being right. Slowly, she pushes away from the door, latching it closed, and steps forward. She doesn't sit on the edge of the bed — instead, she leans forward on it, propping herself up with her arms.
Her gaze, assessing and lingering, moves over Zero. ] You're kidding. You don't see how people stare? You're glowing.
[ Zero is not one for embarrassment, bashfulness or shame— but perhaps for the first time since Aloy has known her, she blushes. ]
Glowing? Please. That's what they tell pregnant women when they feel bad for them.
[ She's not oblivious to how Aloy assesses her. It's not quite wanting, but is the start of something that invites that. ]
Do you know how people look at you? You're always the center of attention, but now that you knocked someone up without a dick? Those Nora girls are practically throwing themselves at you.
Not me. [The flush to Zero's cheeks makes Aloy smile. She shifts closer, still bracing herself on her arms, not quite on the bed yet. ] I mean it. You look amazing.
[A slight lift of her shoulders follows this, not quite a shrug.] Do they? I hadn't noticed. [She had, and ignored it, with varying levels of exhaustion.] Besides, we're not talking about me. You haven't given me an answer yet.
[Aloy's smile brightens. She pulls back enough to kick off her boots. She climbs onto the bed a moment later, not bothering to undress, still smelling of fresh pine, woodsmoke, and the mountain air from outside. ]
Got me what I wanted. I'm guessing that you find it cuter than you claim.
[For a moment, Aloy leans back to take in the changes in Zero's body, the ones she'd known of and the ones she'd missed during the months of Zero being too shy to allow her to see anything. She's gotten heavier, true — but Aloy finds that it suits her. There had been times earlier on where she'd been much too thin, barely showing, and it had been worrying. The months of being in Mother's Embrace have treated her well: her hips and breasts wider, her cheeks full and rosy. Zero's hair is lush, sleek: it shines as it drapes over her shpulders and back. Aloy tucks a lock of it behind her ear and cups her cheek. Instead of jumping into things, she ignores Zero's challenge and puts a palm on her swollen belly. Her hand is warm and calloused, and her gaze goes a little softer.]
Give me a moment. I want to look at you - who knows when you'll let me do this again? I have to take advantage of it while you're feeling generous. [Her smile grows sardonic. With less challenge in her voice, she asks:] How has she been today?
[ Zero rolls her eyes but doesn't shrink away as Aloy approaches. When she'd first felt the life growing inside of her she'd done a 180— not just toward her situation, but toward Aloy, who had also felt her kick and instinctively fallen in love the same way Zero had.
There was this bond between them now that managed to even overpower whatever they'd had before. ]
Same as usual.
[ She tries not to think about how Aloy has a full view of the untamed wilderness between her legs. She would never mind as much on anyone else, but she finds herself being overly self critical regardless. ]
Chatty and annoying— a lot like you, actually. I'm really in for it when she decides to pop out.
[The answer seems to please her, the sarcasm of her reply aside. Her eyebrows raise a fraction.] And is she surly and disagreeable too, like you? [Aloy's hand slips from Zero's cheek to cup one of her breasts, her thumb grazing over the nipple in unrushed passes, then strokes it properly, feeling it harden beneath the pads of her fingers before she twists.] Because if that's the case, I'm the one that'll be in trouble.
[Her other hand stays where it is for a while, then moves steadily downward, parting Zero's legs only to stop midway up her thigh. Even there, she can feel the heat of her body, but she keeps her hand where it is, fingers thrumming some soundless tune against her skin. The hand on Zero's breast keeps moving, alternating between roughness and slow gentleness.]
[ Her breasts have always been sensitive, but even more so now that they have grown this way. Zero shuts her eyes and tries also not to think about the fact that she'd likened her enlarged nipples to slices of cured meat when she'd seen herself in the mirror.
The whimper she makes is shameless, toes curling against the blankets in anticipation and impatience. ]
Laugh it up while you can.
[ she manages through gritted teeth. Then Zero groans, pushing herself toward Aloy's hands. It has been so long since she's let Aloy fulfill this need, it's hard to control herself. ]
Once she's here.. who knows when you'll get to touch these again.
[By contrast, Aloy is calm and methodical in the affection she ekes out. She doesn’t allow Zero to rush her, but does indulge her, the hand on her thigh creeping upward to gently stroke between her legs, feeling the wetness already gathered there. She leans forward, resting her head against Zero’s chest. Briefly, her eyes flutter closed. There’s a content smile on her face, and it holds even when she opens her eyes to look up at Zero.]
You’re not wrong. I’m going to have to make the most of our time, then — make up for what I’ve missed.
[Almost lazily, she turns her head to take Zero’s breast into her mouth.]
[ There really is something about being touched with a hand that isn't your own. For the last few months Zero had made due by herself, but even something as slight as this from another person (from Aloy) is leagues better than any climax she'd give herself.
Zero tilts her head to the side, a shaky laugh and wry smile following. ]
You haven't missed anything.
[ Lines and makes from her skin growing to accommodate life, ugly veins cross crossing across her body as her heart fought to nurture her and their child. It was as amazing as it was miserable to look at.
She watches Aloy from the corner of her eye, finding herself strangely bewitched by the image of her taking her breast between her lips. The thought that crosses her mind is strange and hormone addled— some strange, aroused and maternal thought settling over her. ]
[It's an admittance rarely heard, and a sentiment rarely given. Aloy rewards Zero's admission by doubling her efforts: the hand between her legs parting her to slip inside. Her thumb moves over Zero's clit in steady circles, the easy rhythm at odds with the hungry intensity of her mouth. She sucks hard enough to leave bruises and the imprint of her teeth, switching from one breast to the other to give equal amounts of attention, and she's breathless and red in the face when she finally pulls back enough to respond.]
I missed you too. [She nuzzles against Zero's chest, the gesture oddly innocent. ] But you don't believe me, when I tell you that you're beautiful like this. [She doesn't sound disappointed, only faintly amused, and the hand between Zero's legs picks up in speed and intensity for a few moments, as if she means to drive the air from her lungs.] When have I ever lied to you?
[ The dissonance in rhythm between how Aloy works her above the waist and below makes her insane, she can hardly be bothered to smother the whisper it all elicits— her legs snap shut around her hand like some carnivorous flower trapping long sought after prey. Work harder or lose your hand, she seems to say. ]
Never.
[ She manages to respond, the words agonized— almost pleading. Her fingers tangle themselves in Aloy's hair, nails digging into her scalp as Zero holds her close as possible against her chest. ]
But you're a bad fucking judge—
[ The words are caught in her throat and lost to a groan, so loud it almost shakes the house. Zero sits up, trying to move with Aloy's hand. ]
[Aloy’s laughter is captured against Zero’s skin as a muffled rumble. She manages to look up from her position, her eyes locked on Zero’s face even as her hand obligingly moves faster, accommodating her wordless request. Her own breathing has gained a shallower edge, but the laughter is still there in her eyes.]
You’re the one with bad judgment— [Her free hand grips onto Zero’s hip, and in this way she can control the pace of her movement without hurting her. Her fingers curl inside of Zero just to feel her tighten around her.] Do you know how crazy it’s made me, not being able to touch you?
[ She would roll her eyes if she wasn't otherwise occupied.
Zero is as hungry as she is needy, and in moments like this she is more grateful than ever for Aloy's strength and dexterity. Her eyes stay shut, head hanging to the side— encouragement leaves her lips in the form of sighs, demands in the form of whispers (there, faster, keep going) and she pulls Aloy closer and encourages her to suck on her breast again. ]
What is it— what is it about how I am now, that makes you feel like this?
[Early on, this aspect of Zero's personality — girlish and oddly innocent — had struck Aloy by surprise. Now she looks forward to it, and looks for reasons to bring it out. Zero's open need makes her obey the unspoken request before she answers her question. She takes Zero breast into her mouth again, silent save her ragged breathing and the rustling of sheets beneath her, and by the time she pulls back her mouth is flushed with the effort. ]
Hm.
[She gives the question consideration without slowing the motion of her hand between Zero's legs.] Where do I start? You're healthier now, happier. You've settled. [The hand grasping her hip shifts to cup her ass and gently squeeze. ] You've filled out. The changes don't bother me.
[Her gaze softens.] To have you both here is a gift to me. Like this... you're more beautiful to me than you've ever been. Do you believe me?
[ sweat pricks the back of her neck and adds the slightest sheen to her skin. Aloy's lips are burning hot and suddenly her robe is too warm, too sticky, too heavy. Zero all but peels it from her skin, no interruption in her rhythm despite how frenzied she feels.
She grunts and groans, crying out in mixed delight and misery from how close she already is. Usually, it takes more to get her into this state— where any pretense of guarding her vulnerability goes out the door, and she lets herself be flushed and hungry (mouth hanging open as she lets Aloy have what she wants).
When Zero speaks the words come out in a pleased hiss, and the question is spoken in earnest ecstasy. ]
Sometimes I imagine you put it in me. Do you think about what that'd feel like?
[It's usually a roulette when it cones to Aloy's reactions to Zero using language like this — if she'll be made bashful by it or would respond in turn. Today seems to be the latter as she watches the frenzied motion of Zero throwing off her robe. For a moment the rhythm of her fingers inside Zero teeters on the verge of too rough. She leans forward to kiss her cheek, her jaw, and finally her mouth, gentle in contrast. ]
I do. [This admittance is delivered calmly and without shame. Her face is flushed, and the words come out a little breathless. All the while, she keeps her eyes on Zero and her desperate movement, proud of being the cause of it.] Are you thinking about that right now? How it would feel, to have me inside of you?
[ It's almost too much, she feels that painful ache— a tell tale sign that she is almost at her limit. The muscles in her thigh tense and clench, rendering her frozen in place even though all she wants to do is throw herself on top of Aloy.
(Not that she could, even outside of that). Aloy's mouth feels cool, the kisses are warm but not nearly as hot as the surface of Zero's skin. The difference in temperature feels like a clammy breeze.
She shuts her eyes and almost melts an affirmative, nodding with her jaw clenched. ]
Too much, and not nearly enough. I'd suck you off till you were almost done, and then I'd make you nail me— I wouldn't let you stop until every part of me was filled with you.
[ Her nails dig into Aloy's back, sharp even through the fabric of her clothes. Zero's voice hits a new high, and she mutters against Aloy's face. It's hard to tell if what she says next is a warning or another act of seduction. ]
[Aloy hisses through her teeth as Zero claws at her back, lowering her head to her chest again. She kisses her too, the gesture so needy that it's done without gracefulness. Her teeth graze over sensitive skin; she takes Zero's breast into her mouth again, and this time she's open in her greediness, moaning against Zero's overheated skin. By the time she pulls away enough to gaze up at her, her pupils are dark and blown wide.]
I'll figure out a way. I want to finish in you, I want you to feel it. I've been thinking about it for months, how wet you'd be—
[She buries her face in the space where Zero's neck meets her shoulders, kissing her there, too. Her fingers never slow, and the hand on Zero's hip tightens enough to bruise. She stares up at Zero again, her expression open and hungry, almost desperate.] I need — want to see you come for me, please—
[ If she were of sounder mind she would say 'Like I have a choice'. She is inconsolable and at Aloy's mercy, unable to manage the focus to turn away or hide any of this from Aloy. She's already come once when Aloy promises her that she will make this degenerate request a reality; Zero holds on tight and encourages her with breathy praise and helpless need.
Each time she becomes more sensitive, weaker with every new ripple. When she is done Aloy is wet up to her forearm, the sheets not much better— Zero crumples like a flower whose petals have been plucked by the wind.
She falls onto her back and shuts her eyes, squinting away the lights formed by the static running through her body. It takes her a moment to muster words and when she speaks her voice is hoarse. ]
[Aloy rides out Zero's trembling, slowing her pace gradually with each shudder until Zero is spent entirely. Aloy herself is out of breath, and flops beside her with a huff. Her hand and wrist ache from the effort, though pride keeps her from admitting as much. Instead, she licks her fingers clean, the shamelessness of such a thing barely registering to her.
She reaches over to push Zero's bangs from her face with her free hand, and winces at the question, instinctively glancing over to the closed door.]
I... hadn't thought of that. [Clearly embarrassed now, she mumbles:] Guess I'll uh, find out, based on what level of eye contact she gives me over the next week. [With a worried sigh, she adds,] I hope she's out.
[ Zero laughs, a rare treat: summoned in part by Aloy's efforts and by the sheer level of exhaustion she feels. ]
Not your sister, stupid. I'm talking about your kid.
[ All the while she reaches for Aloy's dirty hand. Zero smacks it away from Aloy's mouth and grasps her hand gently but firmly.
She's thorough and methodical in how she cleans each finger with the fabric of her robe. There is some affection, desire to care of her in the gesture— but there's also a part of her clearly saying 'You're so gross'. ]
I mean, she can hear when we talk to her and she could definitely feel all of that.
[Aloy makes a face, even as the sound of Zero's laughter makes her smile a moment later. ] And... I didn't think about that either. Great. Our kid'll have a complex before she's even born. That's familiar. [She wiggles her captured fingers at Zero, in part because she knows that she thinks it's gross.]
She can hear us, hm? What do you tell her, when I'm not around?
[ Zero snorts, gaze turned up toward the cross-crossed beam ceilings. Her hands fall away and she traces the shape of her belly with her fingers. ]
That part was inevitable. She's your kid after all.
[ the unspoken but acknowledged way Zero fed into Aloy's lack of maternal relationships hangs around like an errant cloud on a sunny day, inconsequential but very clearly present. ]
I complain about you, mostly. Sometimes I complain about her. But usually I just tell her what I see and what I feel. Sometimes she talks back.
[ unconsciously, she rests her palms where she was prone to getting kicked. ]
You weren't here earlier but Beta said it'll probably just be a few more weeks. Maybe less but—
[ She makes her voice nasally, a poor Beta impression. ]
So I'm the one taking the fall for said issues? [Aloy tucks her arms behind her head, studying Zero out of the corner of her eye.] That's a rough deal.
[It's said without any heat. Zero saying that she's complained about makes her snort, unsurprised, though a moment later she places a gentle hand on Zero’s belly.]
Terrible impression. [It's said with a smile. ]... Not much longer, then. I'll stick close to home. I don't want to miss anything.
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Her gaze, assessing and lingering, moves over Zero. ] You're kidding. You don't see how people stare? You're glowing.
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Glowing? Please. That's what they tell pregnant women when they feel bad for them.
[ She's not oblivious to how Aloy assesses her. It's not quite wanting, but is the start of something that invites that. ]
Do you know how people look at you? You're always the center of attention, but now that you knocked someone up without a dick? Those Nora girls are practically throwing themselves at you.
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[A slight lift of her shoulders follows this, not quite a shrug.] Do they? I hadn't noticed. [She had, and ignored it, with varying levels of exhaustion.] Besides, we're not talking about me. You haven't given me an answer yet.
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[ Despite her frown and clear dissatisfaction, Zero's fingers work to unfurl the knot holding her robe together.
The knot falls away and her breasts slip out of the robe, heavy and flushed. ]
So? Are you gonna' stick it in me or just talk about it?
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Got me what I wanted. I'm guessing that you find it cuter than you claim.
[For a moment, Aloy leans back to take in the changes in Zero's body, the ones she'd known of and the ones she'd missed during the months of Zero being too shy to allow her to see anything. She's gotten heavier, true — but Aloy finds that it suits her. There had been times earlier on where she'd been much too thin, barely showing, and it had been worrying. The months of being in Mother's Embrace have treated her well: her hips and breasts wider, her cheeks full and rosy. Zero's hair is lush, sleek: it shines as it drapes over her shpulders and back. Aloy tucks a lock of it behind her ear and cups her cheek. Instead of jumping into things, she ignores Zero's challenge and puts a palm on her swollen belly. Her hand is warm and calloused, and her gaze goes a little softer.]
Give me a moment. I want to look at you - who knows when you'll let me do this again? I have to take advantage of it while you're feeling generous. [Her smile grows sardonic. With less challenge in her voice, she asks:] How has she been today?
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There was this bond between them now that managed to even overpower whatever they'd had before. ]
Same as usual.
[ She tries not to think about how Aloy has a full view of the untamed wilderness between her legs. She would never mind as much on anyone else, but she finds herself being overly self critical regardless. ]
Chatty and annoying— a lot like you, actually. I'm really in for it when she decides to pop out.
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[The answer seems to please her, the sarcasm of her reply aside. Her eyebrows raise a fraction.] And is she surly and disagreeable too, like you? [Aloy's hand slips from Zero's cheek to cup one of her breasts, her thumb grazing over the nipple in unrushed passes, then strokes it properly, feeling it harden beneath the pads of her fingers before she twists.] Because if that's the case, I'm the one that'll be in trouble.
[Her other hand stays where it is for a while, then moves steadily downward, parting Zero's legs only to stop midway up her thigh. Even there, she can feel the heat of her body, but she keeps her hand where it is, fingers thrumming some soundless tune against her skin. The hand on Zero's breast keeps moving, alternating between roughness and slow gentleness.]
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The whimper she makes is shameless, toes curling against the blankets in anticipation and impatience. ]
Laugh it up while you can.
[ she manages through gritted teeth. Then Zero groans, pushing herself toward Aloy's hands. It has been so long since she's let Aloy fulfill this need, it's hard to control herself. ]
Once she's here.. who knows when you'll get to touch these again.
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You’re not wrong. I’m going to have to make the most of our time, then — make up for what I’ve missed.
[Almost lazily, she turns her head to take Zero’s breast into her mouth.]
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Zero tilts her head to the side, a shaky laugh and wry smile following. ]
You haven't missed anything.
[ Lines and makes from her skin growing to accommodate life, ugly veins cross crossing across her body as her heart fought to nurture her and their child. It was as amazing as it was miserable to look at.
She watches Aloy from the corner of her eye, finding herself strangely bewitched by the image of her taking her breast between her lips. The thought that crosses her mind is strange and hormone addled— some strange, aroused and maternal thought settling over her. ]
But.. I did miss you.
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I missed you too. [She nuzzles against Zero's chest, the gesture oddly innocent. ] But you don't believe me, when I tell you that you're beautiful like this. [She doesn't sound disappointed, only faintly amused, and the hand between Zero's legs picks up in speed and intensity for a few moments, as if she means to drive the air from her lungs.] When have I ever lied to you?
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Never.
[ She manages to respond, the words agonized— almost pleading. Her fingers tangle themselves in Aloy's hair, nails digging into her scalp as Zero holds her close as possible against her chest. ]
But you're a bad fucking judge—
[ The words are caught in her throat and lost to a groan, so loud it almost shakes the house. Zero sits up, trying to move with Aloy's hand. ]
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You’re the one with bad judgment— [Her free hand grips onto Zero’s hip, and in this way she can control the pace of her movement without hurting her. Her fingers curl inside of Zero just to feel her tighten around her.] Do you know how crazy it’s made me, not being able to touch you?
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Zero is as hungry as she is needy, and in moments like this she is more grateful than ever for Aloy's strength and dexterity. Her eyes stay shut, head hanging to the side— encouragement leaves her lips in the form of sighs, demands in the form of whispers (there, faster, keep going) and she pulls Aloy closer and encourages her to suck on her breast again. ]
What is it— what is it about how I am now, that makes you feel like this?
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Hm.
[She gives the question consideration without slowing the motion of her hand between Zero's legs.] Where do I start? You're healthier now, happier. You've settled. [The hand grasping her hip shifts to cup her ass and gently squeeze. ] You've filled out. The changes don't bother me.
[Her gaze softens.] To have you both here is a gift to me. Like this... you're more beautiful to me than you've ever been. Do you believe me?
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She grunts and groans, crying out in mixed delight and misery from how close she already is. Usually, it takes more to get her into this state— where any pretense of guarding her vulnerability goes out the door, and she lets herself be flushed and hungry (mouth hanging open as she lets Aloy have what she wants).
When Zero speaks the words come out in a pleased hiss, and the question is spoken in earnest ecstasy. ]
Sometimes I imagine you put it in me. Do you think about what that'd feel like?
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I do. [This admittance is delivered calmly and without shame. Her face is flushed, and the words come out a little breathless. All the while, she keeps her eyes on Zero and her desperate movement, proud of being the cause of it.] Are you thinking about that right now? How it would feel, to have me inside of you?
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(Not that she could, even outside of that). Aloy's mouth feels cool, the kisses are warm but not nearly as hot as the surface of Zero's skin. The difference in temperature feels like a clammy breeze.
She shuts her eyes and almost melts an affirmative, nodding with her jaw clenched. ]
Too much, and not nearly enough. I'd suck you off till you were almost done, and then I'd make you nail me— I wouldn't let you stop until every part of me was filled with you.
[ Her nails dig into Aloy's back, sharp even through the fabric of her clothes. Zero's voice hits a new high, and she mutters against Aloy's face. It's hard to tell if what she says next is a warning or another act of seduction. ]
I'm about to come all over you.
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I'll figure out a way. I want to finish in you, I want you to feel it. I've been thinking about it for months, how wet you'd be—
[She buries her face in the space where Zero's neck meets her shoulders, kissing her there, too. Her fingers never slow, and the hand on Zero's hip tightens enough to bruise. She stares up at Zero again, her expression open and hungry, almost desperate.] I need — want to see you come for me, please—
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Each time she becomes more sensitive, weaker with every new ripple. When she is done Aloy is wet up to her forearm, the sheets not much better— Zero crumples like a flower whose petals have been plucked by the wind.
She falls onto her back and shuts her eyes, squinting away the lights formed by the static running through her body. It takes her a moment to muster words and when she speaks her voice is hoarse. ]
Do you think she knows you fucked me just now?
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She reaches over to push Zero's bangs from her face with her free hand, and winces at the question, instinctively glancing over to the closed door.]
I... hadn't thought of that. [Clearly embarrassed now, she mumbles:] Guess I'll uh, find out, based on what level of eye contact she gives me over the next week. [With a worried sigh, she adds,] I hope she's out.
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Not your sister, stupid. I'm talking about your kid.
[ All the while she reaches for Aloy's dirty hand. Zero smacks it away from Aloy's mouth and grasps her hand gently but firmly.
She's thorough and methodical in how she cleans each finger with the fabric of her robe. There is some affection, desire to care of her in the gesture— but there's also a part of her clearly saying 'You're so gross'. ]
I mean, she can hear when we talk to her and she could definitely feel all of that.
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She can hear us, hm? What do you tell her, when I'm not around?
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That part was inevitable. She's your kid after all.
[ the unspoken but acknowledged way Zero fed into Aloy's lack of maternal relationships hangs around like an errant cloud on a sunny day, inconsequential but very clearly present. ]
I complain about you, mostly. Sometimes I complain about her. But usually I just tell her what I see and what I feel. Sometimes she talks back.
[ unconsciously, she rests her palms where she was prone to getting kicked. ]
You weren't here earlier but Beta said it'll probably just be a few more weeks. Maybe less but—
[ She makes her voice nasally, a poor Beta impression. ]
— Ideally, a few more weeks.
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[It's said without any heat. Zero saying that she's complained about makes her snort, unsurprised, though a moment later she places a gentle hand on Zero’s belly.]
Terrible impression. [It's said with a smile. ]... Not much longer, then. I'll stick close to home. I don't want to miss anything.
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