She sleepily readjusted herself against him. Yes her head was still in his lap but so was one of her arms and her other was flopped uselessly across a pillow on the couch.
"Nothing I can think of. 'M tired," she mumbles. She'll think to ask about allergies in case they pass on to the baby.
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