the cat and the fiddle
She had just had the strangest dream the night before, it left her sleepy and a little disconserted. You could say she was a little grumpy too, after all she IS almost ready to have another child as well. So as she is spending time with Fennick and their daughter, she is also swollen to practically bursting. Sidling up along side her new mate is a little more difficult then before, and possibly a little embarrasing for her. Her eyes grow a little large, and soften with apology. You could catch a little bit of hope, and the proud twinkle of being a parent in there as well.
Her midnight hide blends into his coat, along with their daughters. The discomfort of a cramp in her side makes her shift her weight slightly. He makes a comment about their daughter, and if she could, Hestia would flush with the heat she could feel building under her skin. She grins back at him, I think she gets the looks from you. She looks down for a moment, then looks back into his eyes, speaking to him in a soft tone. With a nudge to his shoulder she shifts a again with a small grunt this time.
Attempting to hide her discomfort, she pastes the smile on tightly. They were getting a little sharper, and she could feel the prickle in the back of her mind telling her that this was the same thing she felt with her daughter. Well that would be embarrasing to do in front of him. She didn't want to show weakness of any kind, and having a child in front of him? What would he think of her then?
She could feel the emotional panic rising within her, it is expected, and not at all welcome. He speaks again, in a jovial manner, and she stays silent incouraging him to go on. When he does she giggles a little, her heart fluttering as he tells her that she is stuck with him. She couldn't ever say that being stuck with him would be a bad thing in her mind, if anything it made it easier for her to know that his eye wouldn't be wandering to the other overly active females.
She would never ever admit that she was a jealous sort of woman, but secretly she was very possessive. Another cramp hits her this time her muscle squeezes under her skin and her knees weaken, she shifts again this time leaning into a little bit. Breathless her voice shakes I dont have any objections to that. Taking a deep breath she closes her eyes. No no no not yet. And just as she thinks this, she feels her water break. Eyes fly open in embarrasment, what about their daughter? She wasn't sure this was the best thing for the little one to see, but then again she had watched her own mother give birth on many occasions.
Hestia