Michael couldn't help smiling when he saw Aveline enter. Their relationship might be awkward and uncomfortable, but there was a reason they'd originally slept together, after all. And these simple but nice clothes seemed to suit her even better than the fancy gown she'd worn to the ball. "Aveline!" He raised his hand in greeting and so she would see him. "Hi. You look beautiful."
He'd come a little more to terms with the pregnancy, but still couldn't help staring at her belly. It was starting to swell, but it was still so small. Could there really be a child in there?