"Of course I do. Kansas might be plains country, but we got our share of scruffy men. Then there's ZZ Top. But the way yours grows I don't think you have any hope in joining them." It was a little hard to inject humor into what she said. But she was shooting for light, not rolling on the floor.
Her fingers laced with his. Squeezing his fingers lightly. Her free hand rubbed the middle of her back. "I'm going to have to start carrying a pillow around with me everywhere I go. I'm getting old." Though she knew the back pains were from carrying more weight in the front than she was used too. But... While it was obvious, by now, that she was expecting, even with the 'hide it' shirt she wore, she didn't want to draw attention to her little bun.