"Right, I think that's the last of them," Adam grinned as he jogged through the huge doors of the Enclave's entrance hall to where Ann was pacing restlessly and Bartholomew was watching with mild amusement.

　　"Finally," Ann sighed as she rubbed her belly with a grimace, "At this point, all I want to do is get my home back to what it used to be."

　　Adam leaned forward and planted a kiss on Ann's forehead.

　　"Are they making things difficult for you?" He asked gently, rubbing her back.

　　Ann reached for his hand with a scowl and placed it palm down on top of her belly and grimaced as another...