a word that i can't forget.

The midwife’s head tilted to the side, a bit confused why Ashetta seemed so unnerved as she stumbled over her words and trembled like a leaf. But when she finally admitted what the problem was, she made a little ‘oh’ shape with her mouth, which melted into a warm smile. ”Well, you’ve come to the right place. Come on now, why don’t you make yourself comfortable on the couch there, curl up with that fuzzy blanket there, and I’ll make us some tea?” she said, gentle patting her shoulder to coax her in that direction. The main part of the clinic seemed like a large living room really, with overstuffed furniture, throw pillows and blankets. Phoebe lit the fireplace first, to help lift the chill from the night air, then went to the kitchen to put a kettle on. Pim rubbed himself in a very cat-like manner against Ashetta’s legs, trilling up at her before scurrying to the couch. His head popped up from over the back of it, making the little trilling noise again, as if calling her over. It wouldn’t take too long for Phoebe to get the tea prepped, bringing it over to Ash. ”Here, this will help calm your nerves a little bit.” she said in a soothing tone, sitting on a chair near Ash. ”So why do you think you’re pregnant?” she asked gently, the warm smile still on her face as she held her own mug of tea. Phoebe I'll be your shoulder when you cry