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Deep in Thought
He watched her from the open doorway of the bedroom; watching as she tried to make herself somewhat comfortable in any position that still remained possible for her. She was always one of those odd sleepers who enjoyed resting on her back but of course now… that was a bit too much for her.
Her short kimono had been switched out for a longer-fitting uniform that would have an easier time covering her more rounded stomach now. She had merely toyed with wearing the matching set of pants that went with the elongated top; some days she did and other days she preferred to bare her legs instead. He didn't really care much for what her appearance was, as long as she was comfortable in whatever it was that she was wearing- which regardless of what it was, she still needed his assistance with it at times. It was a bit of frustration for the both of them considering he never seemed to control the fabric around her body as well as she would've liked him to.
She always made the remark that he was better at taking clothing off rather than putting it on.
He never made a comment in return.
It was a strange occurrence. He rarely counted himself as someone who would become protective of another; hell, he rarely even gave considerable thought to someone else. But she had changed that aspect; she had given him an exception to the rule. He could never really explain it, but just the thought of someone else being around her or even being with her… he couldn't handle it. If he couldn't be there to protect her…
And now, she gave him a second exception.
The dark mornings were always punctured by the soft groans that hinted at every small kick that abused the inside of her body. On some days, she could easily sleep through it and during other times, she had to get up in order to try and ease the conscious baby back to sleep. That method was rarely successful. As much as she insisted that she was fine, he forced himself to get up with her to at least keep company- an early start every now and then wasn't a bad choice either.
Although, it was quick to realize that neither of them seemed much like morning people.
Of course, the baby was though.
A soft groan pulled him from his thoughts as he watched her slowly shift her position once more. It took a few trial and errors before she managed to successfully push herself up into a sitting posture; one hand resting on the curve of her stomach. Her black locks were messy and disarranged; her shirt was pulled to one side and had managed to dislodge itself from one shoulder. The pale complexion of her skin showed that her body was still in the midst of trying to get over a recent but odd case of sickness, that would interrupt her mornings just the same as the baby kicking.
"Did you sleep well?"
"Not in the least bit."
