grace_spencer (grace_spencer) wrote in neogenesisrpg, @ 2009-05-15 12:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | grace spencer, jeff novak |
Friday, May 17
Who: Grace Spencer, Jeff Novak
What: Speculations
When: Friday morning, 7.30 am
Where: Their apartment
Rating: PG-13
Status: COMPLETE
Wet from a shower and wrapped in a towel, Grace padded back into their bedroom to get dressed, shivering a little. She heard Jeff puttering around in the kitchen. He'd been up a couple of hours already, had been for his run with Jay and had already showered. Ugh. She was not a morning person, and he was welcome to all the cracks-of-dawn that he wanted. Normal people were sensibly asleep at that time of the day--and she thought herself being generous for calling dawn actual daylight.
Opening the closet door she let the towel drop while contemplating what to wear for the day, rubbing at her eyes; she still felt tired. Maybe a skirt today--the pants she wore yesterday had seemed just a little too snug. No more pastries from the Wellspring for a while. Hm. The black skirt and the soft green sweater. Jeff was particularly fond of the sweater, soft moss-green cashmere, an indulgence, but one she'd never regretted.
As she turned, clothes hangers in hand, she caught a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. Huh. She hung the clothes on the closet door knob and turned to look more closely.
She was fully aware she had a good body--she worked hard at keeping it slim and taut. And Jeff certainly appreciated her efforts. Her mouth curved up into a smile at the thought of how often he appreciated it. She'd never considered herself particularly vain, and seldom did more than glance at her naked self while dressing. But she looked now.
Things were...different. Not vastly different, just a shade off what she considered normal. Her waist was maybe a bit thicker, and her breasts felt, hm. Heavier? Fuller, maybe. Grace ran her hand down her body, spreading her fingers wide on her low belly. There was the slightest curve there, barely noticeable.
Her clothes, while perfectly wearable, didn't fit quite so well as before, though her bras had definitely begun to pinch. She'd been moody for a while, but she'd just ascribed it with the passing of Jeff's grandfather; thinking back, it had gone on a week or so before that. Nausea, off and on, nothing bad, nothing that a cup of ginger tea didn't help.
Oh. Oh.
She met her eyes in the mirror, found them wide and startled. I think I'm pregnant. A thrill tingled over her whole body, out to her fingers and toes, and she wasn't sure if it was joy or terror. Maybe a little of both.