An Awful Lot Like Nox's Handiwork

Avery had a harder time sticking to her guns working around Easter and the sheer number of missions Angelo had her going on in April. They went to the Cruzes since their last holiday had been spent with the Slaters but they ended up having dinner with them the following Sunday when she was exhausted and running on two hours of sleep. 

"Are you alright, Avery? You seem worn out," Nancy said with a frown. 

"I haven't been feeling very well lately," she said half-truthfully. She never felt well when she wasn't properly rested. 

"You need to take better care of yourself. It's no good if you run yourself ragged. That doesn't help anybody, let alone you. What sort of not feeling well is it? Do you need to go to the doctor?"

"No, I'm just tired and achy. Don't worry about me." 

"Tired and achy? Could you possibly be pregnant?" Nancy asked, a hint of excitement in her voice.