Anne laid her hand on her ever growing belly as she stood in front of the mirror in her room. the bump was starting to become noticeable to her below all of the baggy clothing she had started wearing, but it wouldn’t be long before she would start to hear the whispers going around the camp. Even though she had started feeling the tension of the people who had been returning from war she knew it wouldn’t hinder their ability to see her form getting bigger each passing week.
Sighing Anne decided to lay down on the bed and wait for the nightly ritual to come where she would sit and talk to Locke for a few hours and mostly just listen to his voice when he talked of how his day was and got updates on the dogs. She was having a...