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“I'm not doing good,” Robin whispered, a fragile, scared thing. “I'm afraid I won't ever be enough, and all too much at the same time.”

She fiddled with her fingers, twisting the beads on her little bracelet. Heart hammering in her chest and tears forming in her eyes and suddenly everything was all too much. The clothes on her skin were too light and the dishwasher running echoed through her small apartment all too loud and her haor was itching her neck and Steve wasn't saying anything.

“Well,” he started, placing his hand on hers. A silent ask to fidget with his hand instead of picking at her skin or ruining the old string of her bracelet. “I know that you're trying,” he paused, as he often did when he was unsure what to say. When he wanted to act instead of talk, his pause communicated his hesitancy in trying to form his actions he wants to take into words for her. “Did you know that the more you talk to babies the better they'll be at speech?”

She looked over at him, the restlessness I'm her body lessening as she watched his dark eyes stare at her, “what?”

He huffed, because of course he did, and waved his hands in front of him if that made his speech better understood, “y’know, you talk a lot. Too much to some. And too loud to some.” she scoffed, earning her a glare, “but like, did you know the more you talk to babies like normal people and have like, conversations with them, it makes them grow a better word bank or whatever?”

“It's called a vocabulary Steve,” she teased, instinctive more than anything.

“Har har laugh it up,” he smiled, poking her, “but really. I think that what other people say doesn't matter all that much.”

It wasn't until later, when Josie was put to bed, her stood at the kitchen sink as she finished cleaning the house for the night, that she realised. Realised what Steve had meant with his strange connection.

Smiling to herself, she let the moment wash over her. Let herself laugh at Steve and his thoughtfulness. Laughing at her best friend. Laughing at herself, really, and the situation she found herself in.

But, as she sets the dishes away, she knows. Knows that at least, in two years time, her daughter will be the top of her little prek class because her mother couldn't shut up about the intricacies of why a broken fridge was worse than a dishwasher.