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With Cypress' little head on her shoulder, Molly's hand drifted slowly up and down the cotton back of the grow suit her daughter was wearing. After a night of little sleep, she was glad her little one was sleeping now even if she had others things to do. They could wait for now.
Holding up a report in her free hand, she read it over slowly, taking the task seriously. Peer reviewing was most of what she did these days, but she didn't mind in the slightest. Not at all when she was at her happiest at home with her little family. Her growing family, she thought, eyes drifting to the steadily growing bump on her front.
Concentration returned to the paper again, but was pulled away again soon after as she heard footsteps coming towards her and up the stairs.
❝ You're home early. ❞
