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Bleh.
Vianna really disliked this being-sick-all-the-time part of pregnancy. Would it always be this horrible?! If it was, then perhaps she'd just stick to having one child. But the poor girl knew absolutely nothing of this process, so she didn't know if it was going to get better or worse or stay the same, she didn't know what was going to be happening to her from now on (besides getting bigger and hungrier). It was still all so new, so fresh, that it was completely horrifying. And rather disgusting. The young girl could not possibly remember a time she'd felt like this, always so sick, so nauseous, so delicate to anything she ate. It was the worst possible feeling.

She was just getting to her feet and washing her face as Ferris entered the bathroom, his hand meeting her long brown hair as he pulled it back to rest behind her shoulder rather than over it. The young girl sighed softly to herself, her blue-eyed gaze meeting his own from the reflection on the mirror. "Please tell me it's not going to be like this for the next nine months, Professor," she asked softly, the slightest hint of a plead in her voice, in her eyes. But she hated this feeling; absolutely despised it. How was she supposed to get anything done, to be productive at work if she'd be running to the bathroom every five minutes and randomly growing light-headed if she made the slightest move that her body considered 'too fast'? It frightened and completely horrified her to think that it would honestly be like this for nine months, and she hoped dearly that wouldn't really be the case, that things would get better rather than worse.