Victoire climbs the stairs into their flat, butterflies- and a baby- giving tiny flutters in her belly. She smiles beautifully at Teddy in response to his question and nods. "Mais oui. We are well. Come sit, yes?"
She leads him by one hand toward the sofa in the sitting room, the small round of her belly prominent now. "It is nothing bad," she tries to reassure him. "Your hair does not need to fear it."
Oh poor Teddy. *pets him* When our schedules settle again, his father can have a meta talk with him?