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Pregnancy has been a strange beast for Vanessa. It seemed out of the question for most of her life - not by choice, mind, she'd always wanted to be a mother at some point - && now that it's actually happening, it seems a little surreal. She's sprawled out on the couch, watching Abby watch TV, && in her lap she's got a bowl of ice cream. The kind with pecans, which Mike had to go out for the other day because she was feeling so sick.
Mike has been wonderfully attentive throughout all of this, which is good, because this experience has demanded a lot of changes. A series of them, one after the other like marching tides. Her body, her belly, her lifestyle. She's had a lot of cravings, a lot of morning sickness, all the things you'd expect from a normal pregnancy. Uncomfortable things, some of them; others exciting, like the subtle way her belly grows day by day. If she didn't have him to go through this with, the sum total would have been terrifying.
She does have him, though.
&& God bless him, he's been going out for every weirdly specific thing she's had cravings for. She always heard of the cliché pickles && chocolate, but she finds herself buying or asking for specific fruits, or take out from that one Thai place near the outpost where she'd first treated his wounds. Ah, forever ago now.
The front door opens && in he comes from his latest trip, with grocery bags on his arms. It looks good on him. So does that tired smile that spreads across his face when he sees his girls in the living room.
A good man, he is.
That's a man to achieve impossible dreams with.