"Ha, ha," Giada let out sarcastically, her hand instinctively going to her stomach, as if to soothe whatever offended feelings the baby might have had at the comment. Not that it was an offensive comment, but anything regarding their boy made Giada either prickle with excitement or get antsy with nerves.
She was extremely excited to have the baby, but she also very nervous about being a mum. All she really knew was her mother's inconsistent parenting skills, and now after being disowned she didn't have the chance to ask her anything even if she wanted to. Ally would be there, and her friends, but it was all very scary and new.
She mindlessly took the offered cereal and munched on it thoughtfully, hoping to be inspired by the sugary treat. It seemed to work, because Giada let out a squeak and nearly crunched all of the puffs in her closed fist.
"Ohhhh, we could----like the paint of the Great Hall's ceiling, we could use it for the sunrise and sunset---his name could be in the clouds and then in constellations at night----it'd be perfect----" Giada frowned, finally turning to Graeme, "---if he had a name."
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