Anastasia was glad to be breathing the fresh air. It kept her headaches and dizziness at bay. She grabbed a chair from their room and moved it onto the balcony and took a seat. Sitting, she continued to look out onto the fields and city that stretched out before her. Every once in a while, she'd stop, she'd rub her stomach. She'd fell the baby move within her or kick her. Every flutter of move brought a smile to her face. At one point, she retrieved 'The Secret Garden' from the bookshelf read it slowly aloud. She wasn't sure if the baby could hear her but did so anyways. She liked the thought of sitting out here in months to come. The baby in her arms and reading the book as it slept. The moving and kicking lessened each time she spoke, as though her voice were calming it. As though, she had the same effect of their child as Samsul had with her.