She had the place to herself. Leandros had some matters to take care of. Now that she was in the second trimester, she was definitely showing. Her body was otherwise perfectly toned, but she had a noticeable bump. Leandros finally talked her out of doing the heavier exercises she had insisted on continuing. And he also talked her out of going on a combat mission, and that had led to one of their first real fights. In the end, she agreed she was being ridiculous and needed to accept that she was, in fact, pregnant. Today she thought she would go out to get groceries since she was bored out of her mind. She had intense cravings and Leandros wasn’t around to boss around for her irrational food demands. That was when Raz tried to put on her armor and realized it didn’t fit. Normally she would simply shrug and readjust everything. This time, she promptly burst into tears and bawled by herself while being completely confused on why she was having such a strong reaction. Raz returned from the grocery store with some very interesting items. She believed she had the house to herself, and he wouldn’t home for hours. She put on some baggy sweatpants and a hoodie, still feeling depressed as all hell. Naturally, Leandros had the knack of popping in when she least expected. When he walked in, he would see the HoloNet tuned into the Emperor In Paradise. However, Raz was nowhere to be found. He would hear some quiet sniffling and crying. If he went into the kitchen, he would stumble upon a scene he thought he would never see - Raz was sitting in front of the fridge, on the ground. She was wiping her nose with the sleeve of her hoodie. In her lap was a bucket of the sauciest chicken wings ever. She grabbed a drumstick and bit into it and sobbed some more, completely shameful. Raz was too in the zone to notice anyone come in. It was so sinful. But it tasted so good.