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The next few months were interesting. Pietro did everything for me, so I rarely did anything. He would clean, he would do the laundry, and he would cook. With my supervision, of course.

In our house, there were a few flights of stairs. Pietro never let me walk down them. Instead, he would carry me bridal style so I wouldn't have to 'overwork my body', as Pietro put it.

A lot of times, I would find myself bored because Pietro would never let me do anything. To cope with the boredom, I would wait until he was asleep to do whatever I wanted. Often I would run around the house barefoot or go outside in the snow without a coat.

After a while, however, I couldn't do that, which was unfortunate. It wasn't that running around or going in the snow wasn't fun. Doing that was great, but eventually, my body didn't allow me to do that. So, I had to do whatever Pietro told me I could do.

I just needed to figure out what I can do without overexerting myself.

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At around eight months, I felt the weirdest sensation. Not physical but instead mental. I could sense the baby's thoughts and feelings. It was strange because the thoughts were more abstract than anything. Not words but something else.

I decided to tell Pietro about it to see what he thought. Maybe he would understand it more since he's done a lot of reading on babies? Hopefully, that's the case.

That night, at dinner, I tried to bring up the subject of babies subtly. Unfortunately, it didn't work out exactly how I planned.

"So, Pietro, I was wondering at what point do babies think?"

He looked at me funny before putting down his silverware. I tried to start talking again, but he stopped me before the words could get out of my mouth.

"Babies' brains and nervous system are fully developed at thirty-three weeks. That doesn't mean they would be able to think yet, though. Why are you asking?"

I clenched my hands under the table before bringing them up and putting them on Pietro's. My hands were shaking, so he held them tight. This was going to be interesting.

"Earlier, I felt the baby's thoughts in my head. Not words, necessarily, but abstract emotions and things of that nature. I didn't know what was going on. That's why I asked."

He smiled, got up, and gave me a tight hug. Though I felt like I couldn't breathe, it felt nice to be in Pietro's arms. Now, I needed to know what he thought of everything.

"Our baby is trying to communicate with you! That is amazing! I love you so much!"

I felt so happy at that moment. It made me forget everything that was going on in the world. Things just felt so much better than before.

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That night, when Pietro and I went to bed, he got closer than usual. I could tell he wanted something but waited until he told me. It was awhile before anything was said.

"Can I hear the baby's thoughts?"

I looked at him and smiled. I had no idea if I could make it to where he could hear them, but that didn't mean I wouldn't try everything in my power to do so.

"I can try to connect your minds. It might take a few tries, though. I've never done something like this before. Also, it might be dangerous for me to do it, but I'll do whatever I can."

Pietro nodded and came closer. I put one hand on his temple and the other on my baby bump. Soon, my hands gave off a slight glow, and I felt my powers working.

I saw Pietro's face light up, and guess what I did worked. It made me feel so happy. Finally, I did something right.