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Jocelyn was addicted.
Finishing the latest sci fi book on her ever expanding list, she placed it on her bedside table and reached for another one. Flipping open to the first page, she began to read, instantly engrossed.
Feeling movement beside her on the bed, she waved at the man impatiently. Grigg groaned, unable to form words as he looked up blearily.
Making a move to turn out the light, he stopped when Jocelyn turned her glare onto him. Dropping his arm halfway, he rested his hand heavily on his wife's swollen abdomen.
He drifted back off to sleep, vaguely feeling Jocelyn's fingers in his hair as she continued to read the night through.
Finito.