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Winona moved across the room, the fabric of her skirt pulling taut against the backs of her legs. She was pushing herself, she knew that, but honestly, she knew that with the amount of boxes they still had stacked up in the front room -- they'd never be fully moved in if she left it to Raylan.

It was just a few boxes. A few dozen boxes. The back of her hand rested to her forehead, trying to make sure she wasn't actually working too hard. Her doctor advised against pushing too much, but she'd been fairly active before and it wasn't as if this was any more stressful than being seated all day in a courtroom with no AC.

At the sound of the door opening, she leaned back glancing down the hallway, "Raylan?"

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"Winona?"

He shut the door behind himself, heading for where he heard her voice, leading with his head as he tended to, especially when his hat was on. One of the back rooms. There she was, standing in the middle of an array of boxes he hadn't gotten around to moving. After what often turned into long work days and traipsing in at sometimes ten or eleven at night (if not later)...Raylan felt a stab of guilt. It was an excuse, and he knew that. Keys still in his hand, he lingered in the doorway, brow furrowing slightly.

"Doctor says you shouldn't be doin that." It was only the mildest of reprimands; he knew he should have made time so she wouldn't have had to do this at all. His eyes fell briefly to her growing bump.