It had been three weeks and Roshia had been counting down the days down till she could tell people she was pregnant. She had been hiding all her moments by staying extra long in the woods and finding which foods made her puke less. She flopped on top of Rowan and giggled, "Guess who is pregnant?!" Roshia rolled off of him and danced with Cossie, "I can finally tell everyone and not have to hide." She twirled around her blue dress swaying with her.
It had been three weeks since he really talked to Ofelia. He wasn't mad at her for not wanting to. He was annoyed at the fact that she didn't know what she wanted and was dragging him down. Everything he did, he felt like he was doing something wrong. He had no time to play games. He had things to do, so he threw himself into his work. He was finished with the table and had started on the chairs. It was a nice piece and it had taken him long days and nights to finish them, the chairs were nothing and he could easily finish them. "Not bad, not bad at all." He said, running his hand over the table.
