Jace yawns, waking, and turns to where Rayah should be. Realizing she's not there, he stands and walks into the bathroom. His hair is longer and his chin is covered with light stubble. After washing his face, he heads downstairs and finds his wife on the couch. "Hey," He smiles, kissing her and sitting at her side. "How you doing?" He sets his hand on her raised stomach and waits for an answer.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
'Hush, hush!' I whispered; 'people can have many cousins and of all sorts, Miss Cathy, without being any the worse for it; only they needn't keep their company, if they be disagreeable and bad. — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights