The third point of view:
Have you ever been so tired you have the strange urge to sleep three hundred and sixty-six days straight - the leap year added - without waking up. That was how Cecil felt that instant.
And to think she had been so serious about coming here? It didn't seem that important anymore compared to going back home, snuggling up to Emerald, and having a good sleep - where was this thought coming from?
"Cecil," Emerald leaned closer, his scent wafting into his nose and made her stomach do a backflip, "You were the one insistent on coming -"
"You smell so good," Cecil blurted out and froze when she realized what she just said. She didn't mean to say that... but he smelled real good. Gosh, Cecil, get a grip on yourself. This pregnancy was driving her crazy!
"Huh?" Emerald's brow lifted at that comment. Then, a smirk curved his lips, she thought he smelled good. He smelled good, huh?
