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As Aimee's belly grew bigger and the weather turned cooler, she still wandered around wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt.
Sometimes Casey couldn't help but ask her, "Aimee, aren't you cold at all?"
"Not really," Aimee replied. She saw that Casey had already put on long clothes and even wanted to wear a sweater. She chuckled and said, "Turn off your air conditioner or don't set it so low, then you won't be cold."
Casey pouted and said, "No way! I'm used to having air conditioning. It's more comfortable."
Aimee sighed and warned her, "You should take care of yourself more since you're pregnant. Don't get sick by being reckless."
Casey shrugged it off and said confidently, "It's okay since both you and Kelvin are here. I trust your medical skills."
Aimee was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to deal with Casey.
"Well then go ahead with your recklessness now," Aimee said jokingly. "When I give birth later on, you'll only have your husband to bother with."
Casey leaned in closer as she placed her hand on Aimee's growing belly. She teased her, "Aimee, why is it that only your stomach is getting bigger? Why not the limbs too?"
She envied how slender Aimee still looked despite carrying twins.
"It's not like my belly has grown much either," explained Aimee."It just looks big because there are two babies in there."
If there was only one baby inside of her womb, then it wouldn't look as large.
Casey was almost jealous at this point. She looked down at herself trying to compare the size of their arms while asking pitifully, "Aimee, I think I've gained weight too... Look at my arms! They've gotten thicker, haven't they?"
"It's crazy how time flies," Casey mused sadly. "Before we know it, you'll be giving birth."
"Are you getting pre-birth jitters?" Aimee teased.
"Nope," Casey replied quickly. "Just talking nonsense."
Aimee placed a hand on Casey's shoulder and said gently, "If there's anything on your mind or bothering you, talk to us about it instead of keeping it inside."
Casey tended to overthink things which wasn't ideal for a pregnant woman as anxiety could escalate if left unchecked.
If she started panicking now, the situation would only worsen later on after childbirth, leading possibly even postpartum depression which would be troublesome for everyone involved.
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