Poke, poke.
Clare is squishing the baker’s tum with a curious look on her face. “Whoa...~” Is all she can let out as she presses and pokes it. “Claire...how did you...?~ You look soft and squishy!~” It’s probably because she is, and as soon as she presses her hand against that belly once more, she’s full on elated and giggling at the touch.
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