staturity:

A little over 8 months pregnant and Cassie was miserable. She didn't know how she hadn't gone crazy, considering she was still on bed rest. And even getting around in a wheelchair was harder now. Her back hurt. If she lay on her side for a long time it would go numb. And whenever she wanted to rest the baby would start kicking.

Well, that wasn't fair. The baby didn't always kick when she was about to sleep, just most of the time. This one was definitely active. At least the discomfort was worth it for the look on Kristoff's face. Cassie was pretty sure that the baby kicking would never get old for him, probably because he wasn't the one who had to deal with feeling it 24/7.

She loved this baby, really she did. She was just really, really looking forward to having the baby in her arms instead of her stomach.

smallestbear:

This was the first time in a long time David had spent the entire day out in the garage. It was now the late afternoon and he had stopped to get a good long look at what he had done so far. There are a few books and technical manuals open for him to get an idea of what he was doing. He still had a lot to go.

He was also trying to figure out a time table for when he might be done building his car. David leaned back against the bench and fished a soda out of the cooler he had set up for himself. He had at some point ditched his shirt and was thinking f asking Rose or Misha for help figuring out what he was doing and what he should be. As much as he liked Mr Summers he really did think Rose and Misha would like working with him more on building the car.

Plus some of the other students too if they really wanted to. But still he wasn't sure about leaving the crank shaft he had been fiddling with. He was still figuring out the whole car one piece at a time.