(A few months later) (Aubrey’s P.O.V.)I put my hands on my round belly as I look out the window, it is a lovely afternoon. "My darling, can you hand me that brush, please?" Leopold says from the top of the ladder.I grunt a little because I do not want to get away from the window, the smell of fresh paint is making me dizzy. I do what he asked me and I return immediately to my place next to the window, with my head practically sticking out towards the street."You can go if you want, you do not have to stay here if the smell bothers you, I have no problem staying here by myself," Leopold says with a smile as he dips the brush into the bucket of yellow paint that we chose for the nursery."No, it is okay, I want to keep you company. Maybe I can not help you paint, but my presence here counts as moral support,&rdq
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