Verna hadn't expected to feel this anxious, this eager. A baby, their baby, the start of the family she'd always longed for. Her husband was a saint in her eyes, if a moody one due to hormones, "Babe we can't repaint the whole room in two days, and we agreed that green was the best color," she said. He'd been ancy as of late, not quite nesting, but becoming more particular. She tossed him the plush baby squid she'd made, a cute thing one of her coworkers had made the baby, "plus its cute that it matches Kracken," today he'd decided they had to move the toys around. She was happy to comply and help keep him busy, "...you know I love you right hon?"
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Going straight down to hell when I die.