Hermia whimpered and whispered, "9 months... Though this one wants to come out sooner." She looked down at him sadly and gently kissed the top of her head. "I'm sorry.
((I'll wait for her mom.))
Nora continued to sit there, at some times, watering him, others just whispering about some things that would happen after this experience. She didn't want him to think she forgot him. She loved him. And that's what matter to her.
















