Piotr has long been aware that he's dating someone who regards threats of bodily harm as all-purpose stress relief. (It's kind of endearing, once you get used to it.) So he strokes her hair back gently, free hand rubbing small circles on her stomach, without noticeable worry for his limbs.
At her question, though, he frowns.
"Da. They are supposed to."
"Real ones. Perhaps these are the false contractions?"
This is not a subject Piotr knew in detail once. But no matter how little he's usually inclined to scientific details -- and how terrifying some of the information out there is, when it's not some fetuses and some women but my family -- this is the kind of thing one learns about carefully, under these circumstances.
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Date: 2011-10-07 03:07 am (UTC)At her question, though, he frowns.
"Da. They are supposed to."
"Real ones. Perhaps these are the false contractions?"
This is not a subject Piotr knew in detail once. But no matter how little he's usually inclined to scientific details -- and how terrifying some of the information out there is, when it's not some fetuses and some women but my family -- this is the kind of thing one learns about carefully, under these circumstances.