Pandora slid farther up his lap easily, stradling and trying to press close though the bump was already a bit in the way. But it also felt somehow right, pressing against him. They were all together, the four of them, even if the thought of the number still could trigger her into a panic attack at the wrong moment.
"I'm doing all right. I'm figuring things out as I go, I promise," she murmured, and she took a great deal of comfort from his embrace and his words and most definitely his love. She was trying, so very hard. Trying not to let herself fall apart when things were overwhelming. trying to find an outlet for her energy and activity and yes, her aggression, which was never quite all the way tamed.
"I don't want to lose any of you either." It was a whisper now, her biggest fear leaving her lips into the small space between theirs. She was scared at times. Scared of losing this precious thing, the precious bairns, him, the most precious thing to her heart of all though her love for her babies was already large and overwhelming. She tried never to think it, though some of those nights with insomnia, which might never go away, drove her to cleaning still, or working on things, or burrowing into Ewan as close as she could get and wrapping him all around her, where she was safest.