"Thank you," Molly chirps, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek when he drags the chair in from the other room, taking a seat a moment later. It's easier to be cheerful about it than to dwell on — or complain about — how much she fucking hates this, how huge she is now, how tired she gets so easily, the limits to what she can and can't do. There has been and will certainly continue to be plenty of that, when she still has a couple months to go.
Consulting the directions once she's seated, she nods. "Furniture assembly charades, my favorite. That... sounds about right, but I think you need to find the piece that's missing for that."
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Date: 2016-08-01 12:34 am (UTC)Consulting the directions once she's seated, she nods. "Furniture assembly charades, my favorite. That... sounds about right, but I think you need to find the piece that's missing for that."