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Sophia just tried to stay calm and shut everyone out. She didn’t want to focus on the negative things happening in the house, she wanted to focus on the positive things that were supposed to be happening soon. She stood up and stood on the bed, managing to get her shoes down then sat back down, Stark hopping in her lap again, and started to line them up next to her suitcase. When Gabe sat down next to her, it took her a second to register that he was there. She was a little pale but smiled softly. “Hi,” she said. “I’m just laying them out. I won’t wear them. I promise. I just don’t want them to get scuffed in the box. Just sneakers,” she nodded and she meant it. She wouldn’t put those shoes on until the baby was born. “I… I thought we shouldn’t leave the place a mess,” her voice was still soft and raw with something that could have been nerves, but it was stress. 

He kissed her cheek and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. “Are you alright?” He ran his fingers through her hair. “I’m sorry I said I wouldn’t share my closet with you. I didn’t mean to say that, I didn’t even realize that that’s what I said,” He pecked her lips. “I’m sorry.”