But in the room she was in now, with Mykola Dalco, it wasn't as bad as it could have been. They were checking on the baby, trying to get the sex, boring....predictable things. Riley grumbled as she tried to sit up a bit, shooting Myko a dry look. "Detka is as impatient as me to get out of here," she observed quietly, nodding to her stomach. "They're kicking."
She offered a small smile to Mykola. Things were okay for now between them- they'd had a brief fight back in October when it was time for Riley to be resting instead of working. It had been hard to give that up, for no other reason than Riley was just used to working through hard times. Scared? Breath through it, be ready for action. Shot? Fight death, walk it off or something. It was a strange balance of trying to be teammates but also living off old self-reliant habits.
It was hard. But things were good again. "I'm excited to start thinking of names," she observed after a moment, smiling a little broader.