She breathes out slowly. "Yeah." He's not wrong. It just doesn't feel the same because she's not running around saving lives, her body's just doing this on its own without her active input so it doesn't feel like she's doing much.

Buck accepts the hand up, happy to hold him, and also probably practice for when she gets big enough that she'll want a hand out of bed. She runs a free hand through her hair, smoothing out the light bedhead, and tugs her shirt back down from where it rucked up a bit so he could feel the bump.

"What do you think? Shopping presentable?"