flora
Flora makes her way toward Soh’s new house in an oversized sweatshirt and leggings, one arm wrapped around the side of a lightweight kiddie pool that catches every stray breath of wind like an extremely inconvenient sail. A canvas bag hangs from her opposite shoulder, made heavier by the bottles of fountain water tucked inside, leaving her without so much as a finger free when she spots Soh waiting on the porch.
Her eyebrows bounce instead, aqua eyes brightening at the sight of her best friend and the frankly astonishing amount of baby currently preceding her. "Heeey!" she calls, champagne-bright affection bubbling through the word as she adjusts her grip on the pool and continues up the porch steps. "Definitely don’t get up," Flora adds the moment she reaches the top, lowering the pool carefully before slipping the bag from her shoulder. Once her hands are free, she leans down to wrap Soh in a warm, careful hug, mindful of the swell of her stomach between them even as she squeezes her bestie with all the enthusiasm the position allows.
Straightening, Flora sets the bag beside the pool and begins pulling out the bottles she’s brought. "Isla mentioned that soaking your feet in healing water might feel nice," she explains, already looking pleased with herself for having assembled what is essentially a portable pregnancy spa. Then her smile widens into something far more girlish and conspiratorial. "I also brought some fuzzy bath bombs to try and make bubbles."
Her eyebrows bounce instead, aqua eyes brightening at the sight of her best friend and the frankly astonishing amount of baby currently preceding her. "Heeey!" she calls, champagne-bright affection bubbling through the word as she adjusts her grip on the pool and continues up the porch steps. "Definitely don’t get up," Flora adds the moment she reaches the top, lowering the pool carefully before slipping the bag from her shoulder. Once her hands are free, she leans down to wrap Soh in a warm, careful hug, mindful of the swell of her stomach between them even as she squeezes her bestie with all the enthusiasm the position allows.
Straightening, Flora sets the bag beside the pool and begins pulling out the bottles she’s brought. "Isla mentioned that soaking your feet in healing water might feel nice," she explains, already looking pleased with herself for having assembled what is essentially a portable pregnancy spa. Then her smile widens into something far more girlish and conspiratorial. "I also brought some fuzzy bath bombs to try and make bubbles."
I hold my breath just a little bit longer
halfway out the door but it won't close
halfway out the door but it won't close
