This was one of those moments, she thought as she stretched out on couch, one of those private moments that Clair got so worked up about. It was strange to think that here she was alone and yet she really wasn’t alone at all. Grace patted her stomach. “Listen kid, I’m your Auntie. I know odd, eh? I will do my best to protect you from that motley crew you’re gonna call family, but no matter what they say or do, they love you.” Grace closed her eyes. The moment she did, she relived her kiss with Jack. She smiled and then panicked. She hated not being in control. Thinking about one person all the time and maybe falling for them when you knew that at some point, along with not having control of your emotions, that you weren’t going to have control of your bladder was disconcerting at best. She patted her stomach again. “I know we’re sharing just about everything right now, food, organs, but uh, I hope we’re not sharing brain cells because I’d hate to pass on the neurotic inner workings of this mess of a mind to you.
