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"Sweating is just the fat crying"
Sam lay panting on the floor as the two toddlers calmly crawled past and she snorted, her hands rubbing her little bump that showed a third little beast would soon be escaping to freedom as the sliding door beckoned.
Of course there was that wonderful Grandy sitting out there just beyond the door waiting to catch them and they knew it, the determination there in their little faces to see who got the first mock scolding.
"Looking good there sister" Ton said as he stepped over her and kept walking.
"Are you serious?" she panted softly "I am sweating everywhere!"
"Don't worry about that. Sweat is just the fat crying because you are beating it!" Ton threw over his shoulder and she started to laugh as she rolled to her side, looking at Ianto who had caught LB and had her in his lap as little Grace clung to his shirt for balance, standing to look out over the gardens and scream with glee.
Ianto was looking directly at Sam, his face full of affection and she felt such a swell of joy, just a wonderful feeling of belonging that she wondered for a moment how she could possibly have a better moment in time.
Baby kicked.
The first one, her first interaction and she knew it was her love and joy that had rewarded her.
Here in Shangri-La.
Then Ianto was singing, the two little girls squealing with delight as they were told that Old McDonald apparently had a farm.
Sam lay back and joined in.
Then she decided to make her sweat cry some more, this baby was not going to give her a fat arse! No way!
She got to her hands and knees, then started to flex.
Cry you heathen scum!