She was sure that he was going to look exactly the way that he had when she'd seen him last - rugged and built and stupidly fucking handsome. When she ran her hand through her hair one last time and glanced into the mirror, what she saw was certainly not who she'd been hoping to.
Nope. Pregnant and bloated, that about summed it up. Oh, and alone -- don't forget that last one. It wasn't as if she'd gotten anymore contact attempts from Waldo after his stupid excuses about the drugs, anyway -- so it wasn't like she wanted to talk to him, but ... it still fucking sucked, having to be pregnant alone.
The stairs were starting to get irritating as hell. She took another deep breath and pressed up toward the door, opening the locks with a few quiet clicks and standing face-to-face with Tadhg.
Yeah, still exactly the same.
Fuck.
"Hey," she managed weakly, doing her best not to stare or cry or whatever other stupid things people who were hormonal and pregnant did.
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