Luna walked around as much as her very pregnant belly would allow. She was tidying up what seemed like the 9th time around Sam’s trailer. Not that it was dirty but something… something just told her to keep on moving things. Even Emma had noted that mommy was going a little crazy. She was re-arranging the pillows on the sofa for the 4th time today, unable to get them just perfect. She paused when the baby gave her a well aimed kick in the ribs. She groaned, sitting down on the sofa she’d been fussing about and rubbed her belly.
“Come on peanut…. Let mommy make the house better ok?” she whispered, her reply was the baby moving around inside. Perhaps it was as restless as she was… or maybe this was its way of telling her to sit the fuck down and chill.
“Come on peanut…. Let mommy make the house better ok?” she whispered, her reply was the baby moving around inside. Perhaps it was as restless as she was… or maybe this was its way of telling her to sit the fuck down and chill.