"That's a pretty outfit," Noah murmured, leaning by the closet door as I finally managed to get my hair into a ponytail. I wore a white top that was very fitted with sleeves that stopped below the shoulders, leaving them bare, and a yellow skirt that landed a little below my knees. I had never worn a skirt before, so I wasn't sure.
"Cora pi...picked it," I answered.
"Well, it's perfect," he smiled, strolling over to me. "You look so young. We are going to get you new ID's soon. I don't want anyone to think I kidnapped a child." I scowled at him. Yeah, so he was older. But he wasn't that older. Just five years.
"You look cute when you scowl," Noah grinned, kissing the top of my head before his eyes drifted to my belly and he frowned. "Is it me or are you a bit more swollen than yesterday
