Baby this, baby that. Pregnancy this, pregnancy that. Freya was tired, exhausted, and fed up with hearing it all.It was always ‘you shouldn’t be doing this.’Or ‘stop doing that.’First, she had to stop working, and was confined to the pack house, within the walls of her room, like a prisoner. And a bedridden patient who was an old lady.It wasn’t fair to her at all.She wanted to be out there, doing everything and all of the things she was good at and known for. It was just a pregnancy, and nothing new.But with the way Orson kept going about it, it made her feel a pang of regret.“I really don’t want to have this conversation anymore,” Orson said, his eyes glaring at her.“Me neither,” she snapped, turning around to walk into the room. “Have fun.”Orson trudged forward, attempting to go after her. “Freya—‘A door slammed shut in his face was the response he got. She’d shut him out completely, obviously annoyed with his words and actions.Orson slumped his shoulders in sadness, his e
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