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Penny sat cross-legged on the floor. Her legs were clad in loose pants reaching to her shins. Her upper half was covered in a singlet that seemed to reveal more than it covered.
Her milk-swollen breasts threatened to spill over the low cut top and her swollen abdomen was resting in the cradle of her crossed legs.
Her thoughts weren't on herself as she talked animatedly to the toddler she was balancing before her. "Go to Daddy Harmony!" she encouraged.
The little girl – though not too little, tall for her age class – wobbled on her legs and toddled over uncertainly.
Sheldon Cooper stood at the other end of the room, his eye critically appraising the Christmas tree before him.
His thinking expression didn't change when something gripped his lower extremities. Looking down with mild interest, he saw a child tugging his pants. "Up!" declared young Cooper.
Sheldon reached down and long gangly arms cradled the one year old to his chest as he sought out its mother.
He found her seated on the floor.
Physics instantly calculated that her ability to rise with ease given her current state was impossible and he made his way over to offer his assistance.
The Christmas celebrations were in full swing at Omaha, Nebraska when Penny Cooper realised that her husband and daughter were both suspiciously absent.
A fruit mince pie in hand to satisfy her cravings, she went looking. A short search found them in the spare bedroom and revealed that Sheldon had succumbed to a rare event: sleeping in the afternoon.
Tears pooled in the hormonal woman's eyes. Sheldon sleeping in his typical rigid pose, Harmony lay sprawled across her father's chest in slumber, firmly held between his chest and phalanges.
Penny eased the door shut softly once again and slipped away.
Next chapter: Christmas.