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[prone_to_panic]

It is a day, much like many others, sunny and growing crisp, and there's a breeze blowing through their open balcony door as Archie moves down the short hall to where Svava is sorting out clothing; sumer clothes, some old and worn, some to be packed away for better weather, or for when she's not quite so round any more. Archie smiles fondly from

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[skjaldmeyjar]

Mostly for when she can fit them again- thankfully her wardrobe caught onto the idea, and started providing clothes that were much better fitting around her midsection.

Svava smiles, leaning back against Archie, her arms full of skirts. "Minn ást."

[prone_to_panic]

Though there are certainly still some that fit... if she scoots them down a bit, so the fit under the emerging bump... But for now, Archie's just content to hold her, and nuzzle against her neck a bit. He thinks she's never been more beautiful.

[skjaldmeyjar]

Though, against the idea of new clothes? Svava can put them away for a while.

Later, though. Staying right here for the moment seems like a wonderful idea.

"All sorts of changes, lately." Softly.

[prone_to_panic]

His hands wander down to her belly, still just enjoying her there in his arms. His breath is warm against her neck.

"Aye. And more to come. I love you sweetest, that's not one of them."