[He leaves, and she feels both empty & clogged up with frustrated desire. But she's distracted by the movement in her belly. She runs her hands over it. The baby's kicking like it's going through a kata — a thought that makes her smile. She almost laughs at the expression on Hei's face. Of course she feels it; it's in her body, dumbass.]
A fighter. [She places her hand on top of his and grins.]
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A fighter. [She places her hand on top of his and grins.]