It didn't take a long time for Sophie to recover from her illness, to Fitz's relief. He gave her a hug, after Sophie changed into her Foxfire uniform. He twisted her hair into a Chinese bun, using the hairpin he gave her on their first date. "For good luck. " Fitz whispered into her ear.
Sophie sighed. "Good luck." she didn't study for her tests and everything during her time in the old healing center. She undoubtly had a 90% that she'll fail the finals.
Fitz gave her a peck on the cheek, taking her to the empty classroom where she'll be taling the finals.
*****
Sophie didn't know what to do when she saw the questions. She wrote down every possibility on the papers.
She sighed. Luck wasn't on her side.
*****
Sophie laid on the bed. Fitz hugged her gently. "I'm sure that you'll pass, there's no reason to worry, Soph." Fitz comforted her. He rubbed her abdomen, reminding her that she's already five months pregnant with his kid.
Sophie smiled at the nickname, leaning on Fitz's warn chest. Her fingers rubbed Fitz's bare chest, feeling his prefect abs and muscles.
Fitz snuck a hand under her clothes, feeling the soft, bare skin. He looked at Sophie for premission, and when Sophie nodded, Fitz couldn't control himself.
