Tinsley roamed around the painting shop, finding that mixture of crimson and baby pink paint.
Her trolley was full of white canvases, brushes, paints, cardboard, pins and whatnot.
She just needed to find that one colour and then could go back home, resting for a bit, only to start working in an hour later.
These days, she had been so tired. Her feet, her waist, her chest, all felt so heavy and sore.
Although, these conditions were common during this time of the month while you were carrying a child.
She looked down to rub her bulged out tummy, happily. Regardless, of all the hardships and all the tiredness, she felt content and sighed finding peace in her present state.
"Mommy loves you, baby girl!"
She just knew it was a girl, growing in her.
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