Phaedra looked at her in surprise, not expecting that the radiant, golden-haired woman worked in the bakery, thinking she was one of the customers too. She glanced at the man the woman had been conversing with as he left the shop, curiously sensing something about him.  But she didn’t have time to open her empath to explore further.<br/><br/>Then she noted that the woman was expecting, which explained the radiance from within and without, and smiled back brightly.<br/><br/>“Hello, yes, we’re starving.  And your bread looks<em>sooo</em>good.  Do you make sandwiches?”   Even if they didn’t, she and Ky would devour the bread, and whatever goodies the bakery had to offer. They had been walking for hours so they weren’t very picky, everything her eyes lingered on in the shop made her mouth water. “If you do, we’ll take two, and two coffees, please.”  Her eyes drifted down to the other woman’s child-swollen belly with a touch of wistfulness.  Someday, perhaps, she would have a child of her own, but for the time being there was still so much to do.  “When are you due?”<br/><br/>Ky had also taken note of the occupants of the bakery, automatically cataloguing each and every one in his mind, watching the one customer leave.  He was unaware of this little habit of his, not knowing that his training as a Damon still stayed with him.  Phaedra had insisted on the details of his life before memory loss but he still couldn’t quite bring himself to believe her.  But what else could he believe?  How can he argue that alternate realities didn’t exist when he really didn’t know anything, despite everything his instinct shouted at him?<br/><br/>He had acknowledged the gold-haired woman’s smile with a nod as they entered, and now his eyes took her in from behind his sunglasses.<em>Pregnant but still looking damn good… and probably spoken for.</em>He turned his gaze away and inspected the wall nearest him and its askew artworks.<br/>