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"Wow," Tracer exclaimed, "that's hard as a rock! Mine's got a bit of squish to it. Is it heavy?"

Pharah replied, "Nothing I can't handle... but the pressure is intense! Hard to breathe almost, you know?"

"I believe it! Mine's not so bad in comparison I guess, real hard to run without a fierce waddle. But I think whatever it is, there's a bunch more of it in you, and it's really packed in there!" Tracer said as she gave Pharah's belly a couple of gentle slaps, at which Pharah rolled her eyes. "How's Angela holding up?"

"Fine, I think..." said Pharah, "she's been... preoccupied?"

"Working 'round the clock to figure out what this all is?"

"Well yes that, but she's had this weird look to her, and I catch her staring. She's very profesisonal, keeps our private life out of the office, but her look kind of reminds m... uh, nevermind. Just a look, yeah... uh..." Pharah stammered a moment, "have you noticed though, that she's grown a bit since the other day? You haven't grown have you?"

"No, can't say I have, thankfully! But yeah, I wasn't going to say anything, but she's definitely bigger!"

"I'll go check in on her in a bit, see about making her get to bed at a reasonable time. I don't think whatever this is is harmful, so she can slow down some."

"True," Tracer sighed, "Emily's worried sick. I haven't told her everything yet, but she can tell that something's going on. Maybe I can sneak out later..."

"Won't that be breaking quarantine?"

"Yeah, but like you said, it doesn't seem like it's harming anything," Tracer lifted her belly up in both hands. "She'll be in for a surprise!"

"Well... I won't tell, just be careful Lena! Maybe call a cab this time?"

Tracer frowned, and then smirked, "That's so slow! But... yeah, probably a good idea!"

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"Wow," Tracer exclaimed, "that's hard as a rock! Mine's got a bit of squish to it. Is it heavy?"

Pharah replied, "Nothing I can't handle... but the pressure is intense! Hard to breathe almost, you know?"

"I believe it! Mine's not so bad in comparison I guess, real hard to run without a fierce waddle. But I think whatever it is, there's a bunch more of it in you, and it's really packed in there!" Tracer said as she gave Pharah's belly a couple of gentle slaps, at which Pharah rolled her eyes. "How's Angela holding up?"

"Fine, I think..." said Pharah, "she's been... preoccupied?"

"Working 'round the clock to figure out what this all is?"

"Well yes that, but she's had this weird look to her, and I catch her staring. She's very profesisonal, keeps our private life out of the office, but her look kind of reminds m... uh, nevermind. Just a look, yeah... uh..." Pharah stammered a moment, "have you noticed though, that she's grown a bit since the other day? You haven't grown have you?"

"No, can't say I have, thankfully! But yeah, I wasn't going to say anything, but she's definitely bigger!"

"I'll go check in on her in a bit, see about making her get to bed at a reasonable time. I don't think whatever this is is harmful, so she can slow down some."

"True," Tracer sighed, "Emily's worried sick. I haven't told her everything yet, but she can tell that something's going on. Maybe I can sneak out later..."

"Won't that be breaking quarantine?"

"Yeah, but like you said, it doesn't seem like it's harming anything," Tracer lifted her belly up in both hands. "She'll be in for a surprise!"

"Well... I won't tell, just be careful Lena! Maybe call a cab this time?"

Tracer frowned, and then smirked, "That's so slow! But... yeah, probably a good idea!"

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Slooowly putting an Overwatch story together. Here's a small moment from it - enjoy!

_
Would you like a commissioned work of your own? Check out this journal entry for details!