As someone who had thought she would never get the opportunity to give birth to her own child, Gianna was beyond ecstatic about her pregnancy.
The way her body, which she'd had for decades and knew inside out was changing, adjusting and readjusting to provide conditions that were just right for the little life inside of her was endlessly fascinating to her. The day she could no longer pull up the zip of her favourite jeans she had not cried, she had laughed, patting her belly in excitement. Then came the day she no longer had to curve her back inwards to see her baby bump. Gianna had squealed so loud Nico had come rushing in, looking ready level an entire football team before he saw her in front of the mirror, posing.
"Nico, look! An actual baby bump, I actually look pregnant now, not like someone who ate too much at lunch," That comment should have gotten her an agreeing nod, but instead, Nico had tilted his head, eyeing her stomach intently.
