[for molly]

Back on the Ark, Clarke's experience with pregnant women had been limited at best. Pregnancies were so carefully regulated and controlled, that she can really only think of one or two that she'd seen up close.

Here in Darrow, it is almost the opposite. A good portion of that is due to circumstance — she does work in an OBGYN office after all — while the rest might just be a coincidence. She's still not exactly comfortable with it outside the confines of regular medicine, but she's stopped staring every time she's confronted with a pregnant woman.

Which is really helpful, given Molly's current state as one.

She'd tried her hand at making some sort of healthy blondie bar and failed miserably. Every experiment had felt (and tasted) more like the product of some insane laboratory rather than a kitchen. Instead she swung by one of the bakeries and picked up a mix of their large, soft cookies instead.

Riding the elevator up to Molly's apartment, she made her way down to the door, giving it a knock.

"I come bearing gifts," she calls through the door, drumming her fingers on the box as she waits.