Ducking her head, Leah huffed a quiet breath of laughter at the return joke of a teensy grenade. Then, when Kori glanced at the pregnancy tests lying on the counter, the older Stone turned her head to glance at them, too. From her position, she couldn’t see the results, if they’d shown up yet, but she felt the twinge of nerves in her stomach at the very thought of what they both might say.
Hearing Kori say she love her (even when spoken as the collective ‘we’) made her heart swell. It had been quite a while since she’d heard those words from her youngest sister and actually sincerely felt like Kori meant them. “I love you, too,” she replied, mustering up a half-smile. “And I know you will be. You’ve been there for me with Mari, too.” A pregnancy would be a lot more stressful, she suspected.
“It’s not so much the pregnancy itself that I’m worried about,” Leah admitted, glancing at her watch to see how much time had passed. “Well, it is, because I think of how vulnerable I’ll be the farther along I get. But it’s more that I don’t want another child of mine to have to see the world like this.” She gestured in the general direction of Ossining and its zombies.