Pleione smiled fondly at Atlas, lacing her fingers with his. "I know. I'm just impatient," she said with a little shrug. She wished they would bring them back already. She wasn't entirely sure how these modern doctors offices worked. But she didn't much like the look of some of the other people sitting in the waiting room. There were women in all stages of pregnancy and she wondered how many of them were ahead of them. She had started to show just enough that people at work started making eyes at her. One or two of them had been brave enough to ask her if she was expecting. So far, the only people she had told besides Prometheus and Maia was her boss. And that was only because he would know that she would be going on maternity leave in December.
She tore her eyes away from the room and looked at a woman who stepped out from a door leading to the clinics rooms. When she heard her mortal name called out she smiled and stood up.