Fine, [ she snarls, meaning not fine at all, restlessly changing positions every two seconds on the couch to try and get shiro's damned kid to calm down. she massages the bulge of her stomach fitfully, annoyed at how sensitive her skin is. thace and ulaz have wisely learned to stay out of her way when she's in a mood, preferring the cowards' way out and dumping that responsibility on shiro, her mate. ]
I'm fine, everything's fine, everything's peachy. How are you.
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I'm fine, everything's fine, everything's peachy. How are you.
[ don't answer that it's a trap. ]