<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/McW35gh.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rose Cassidy<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Orientation<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Dress (http://imgur.com/GBaexYl)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>The Mayor<br/><br/>A small tight smile spread across Rose’s lips as the Mayor commented that they would need to speak about her ovulating soon over dinner. Carefully flipping a page over her eyes flew across the page, reading the different names that she saw. Every now and then her eyes would flick up, trying to place names with faces. In her paper work back in the office she had pictures that went along with said faces but that was stored away in careful files that she only pulled out under the most dire of circumstances.<br/><br/>“I’ve already made plans for 6:00 p.m if that is suitable for your schedule.” Rose told him pleasantly, as she clasped her hands beneath her chin smiling as all the people began to fill in for orientation. She knew what his schedule was like, knew that his day would end a little bit before five as long as there was no hiccups. She made his schedule after all and oversaw that it was stuck to religiously. Or as best that they could sometimes, her eyes glazed a little, sometimes they had longer lunches than necessary.<br/><br/>Rose was hoping to have twins again, but she knew that wasn’t something they could control, though she was prone to twins it seemed. It ran in her family. Her last pregnancy had resulted in twins, as well as the pregnancy before that. As the midwife came into the building, Rose couldn’t help but grin at the woman’s blatancy. Rose admired that in her. She rarely wore a stitch of clothing and Rose could see why. The woman had a beautiful body, almost classic in a way. Rose had hoped to learn a thing or two from the midwife, hopefully assist in a few births but she had yet to bring it up to the midwife or the Mayor. Rose knew numbers, she knew that statistically she wasn’t needed in the helping of births. The midwife was good at what she did. A hand briefly touched her own taut stomach, the midwife had taken excellent care of her during her last pregnancy.