something to keep it down

Maeve

"I'll take anything you think will be good." Maeve murmured, smiling in response to the suggestion, peeking curiously into the basket and taking out the container, opening p to give it a sniff. It was sweet and earthy all at once. She hummed, screwing the top back on and placing back in the basket. "Hopefully with the tea I'll actually be able to eat again." She laughed quietly despite how nervous she was to see if the tea would actually work for her. The Madame hadn't been able to keep a proper meal down in days at this point. She was starting to feel the effects of that wearing on her.

Maeve nodded, leaning lightly against the counter, "I'll go ahead and take some so I have it on hand. I'm hopefully going to meet with my midwife soon and we'll have a better idea of how soon the little one will be here. I know I'm not very far along." It felt wrong doing this alone. Locke should be here with her. There was a bang in her chest and her smile faltered, eyes dropping to her hands as they rested against the top of the counter.

And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
catching my death