ISLA
"Thank you," Isla says warmly, giving Remi an affectionate squeeze before stepping back and tilting her head up to shoot him a rueful smile. "I feel gigantic," she adds, though the two terms aren't mutually exclusive, and it's with a murmur of gratitude and relief that she joins him at the table and sinks into the offered chair. Taking off her hat and sunglasses now they're under the shade of an umbrella and out of the beaming light of the boardwalk, she tousles her curls back into place and feels herself start to properly relax.
"Oh, things are getting more fun by the day," she says with an airy laugh, one hand dropping to rest automatically on her bump. "The good news is I'm no longer feeling sick all the time and I've stopped trying to eat any sweet treat in sight, though it's been replaced by being kicked in the ribs and the bladder at all hours. I can't say which I prefer yet." Both clearly have their perks, and Isla will still be ordering her tea with honey, for the record.
"Things are progressing well, though," she continues, voice lowering to something fond and warm. "Ever has been amazing - he's starting to build the crib. And we found out we're going to have a daughter."
"Oh, things are getting more fun by the day," she says with an airy laugh, one hand dropping to rest automatically on her bump. "The good news is I'm no longer feeling sick all the time and I've stopped trying to eat any sweet treat in sight, though it's been replaced by being kicked in the ribs and the bladder at all hours. I can't say which I prefer yet." Both clearly have their perks, and Isla will still be ordering her tea with honey, for the record.
"Things are progressing well, though," she continues, voice lowering to something fond and warm. "Ever has been amazing - he's starting to build the crib. And we found out we're going to have a daughter."
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
