"I told you to shut it." Rhiannon stood in front of the talking mirror, smoothing George's shirt over her ever expanding belly.
"You're bigger each day. What should I say?"
"You're supposed to say I'm lovely to look at." She continued arguing with the mirror above the shop while she tried on different outfits, looking them over, not satisfied. "We're going on holiday for a couple of days before the term begins."
Arms came slowly around her, resting on the swell of her stomach as George nestled into Rhiannon's neck, kissing her, murmuring, "I think you're lovely to look at."
Author's Notes: This drabble falls just before chapter 8.