"Easy... easy... it'll pass," Primo said gently as he patted Alana's back, trying to calm her down. She clung tightly to his waist for support, her growing bump pressing against his thighs. The noticeable tightness reminded him of her condition. Alana's petite frame made the height difference between them even more apparent as she leaned into him. They looked like a picture-perfect couple then—a gallant knight in shining armor shielding his damsel in distress.
"Marie already took it away," he reassured her, his tone calm but concerned. He had seen her panic earlier, her extreme distress catching him off guard. How could a simple coconut pie cause such a strong reaction? He didn't fully understand, but he'd heard enough odd tales about pregnancy to avoid questioning it too much.