Re: Iris' bedroom "Gray"/Iris
[She turned her head toward his shoulder, hiding her face, though it was only a moment and a sigh before she was speaking softly again.] People say that. Think that it won't happen. So certain. ...And then it does. [She closed her eyes, and the fingers that had been so uncertainly light on her own stomach flattened into something protective. She didn't feel the difference there yet, other than a sort of rigidity instead of the soft give of even a flat belly. She frowned, and her eyes opened again to look down at her hand.]
But I wasn't born then. I was born now. [She tried to start pulling herself away, to sit up and to be stronger, as her words indicated she should be. But it was a reluctant thing, and she simply shook her head to his last comment.]