Evie
The invitation is all the jaguar needs, squeezing through the moment his blocky head can fit, impatient even as Deimos opens the door - though he purrs loudly and rubs against the man’s knee at the grandiose reception. Evie rounds the corner after him, eyes already rolling even as the faint shadows of dimples kiss into her cheeks to betray her amusement. They deepen as her eyes follow upward to land on her husband’s face, quickly kicking her toes against the steps to release compacted snow from the tread of her boots so she can ascend to kiss him hello.
Closing the door behind her, the Evergreen shrugs out of her outer layers and begins unlacing her boots, nerves churning in her stomach even though they have no place being there. Knowing that doesn’t banish them in the least.
“It went well, Marnie says hi by the way. I swear half the appointment was her complaining that I won’t go back to working there,” she laughs, uncertain where to set her gaze like some sort of nervous schoolgirl. “Good health across the board, aside from the nausea.” The entire reason the Evergreen had booked the appointment - any disinterest in food was cause for concern given her love of it. Not that she hadn’t had other concerns and suspicions.
Turning to face him, her hands flutter from hair to hips in an aimless urge to find something to busy themselves with before she reaches for him instead. Always the preferred choice. “So I…I asked her to check if it might be something else.” And Evie would bet money that Deimos has been harboring his own suspicions, even if he hadn’t voiced them, just as she hadn’t. They’re married adults who’ve already discussed their plans for the future - it was never exactly off the board, even if they hadn’t been doggedly planning and pursuing the idea. Waiting until he comes to her, Evie sucks in a breath and blows it out noisily. Telling him in the kitchen while snow melts into her socks feels anti-climactic, but he’s her husband. Their son is asleep somewhere in their house. How else would she tell him? Confetti and horns? “And it was. Is? I’m pregnant.” Again. Who’d have thought she’d get to experience this more than once? And though she has heard his thoughts on the matter before, she looks up with nerves alight in her trembling smile, wanting to know if they both share the opinion that this is a good thing. That this is the right time once more.
Closing the door behind her, the Evergreen shrugs out of her outer layers and begins unlacing her boots, nerves churning in her stomach even though they have no place being there. Knowing that doesn’t banish them in the least.
“It went well, Marnie says hi by the way. I swear half the appointment was her complaining that I won’t go back to working there,” she laughs, uncertain where to set her gaze like some sort of nervous schoolgirl. “Good health across the board, aside from the nausea.” The entire reason the Evergreen had booked the appointment - any disinterest in food was cause for concern given her love of it. Not that she hadn’t had other concerns and suspicions.
Turning to face him, her hands flutter from hair to hips in an aimless urge to find something to busy themselves with before she reaches for him instead. Always the preferred choice. “So I…I asked her to check if it might be something else.” And Evie would bet money that Deimos has been harboring his own suspicions, even if he hadn’t voiced them, just as she hadn’t. They’re married adults who’ve already discussed their plans for the future - it was never exactly off the board, even if they hadn’t been doggedly planning and pursuing the idea. Waiting until he comes to her, Evie sucks in a breath and blows it out noisily. Telling him in the kitchen while snow melts into her socks feels anti-climactic, but he’s her husband. Their son is asleep somewhere in their house. How else would she tell him? Confetti and horns? “And it was. Is? I’m pregnant.” Again. Who’d have thought she’d get to experience this more than once? And though she has heard his thoughts on the matter before, she looks up with nerves alight in her trembling smile, wanting to know if they both share the opinion that this is a good thing. That this is the right time once more.
I see you when you chase the dreams inside your head
and when you laugh and love until the bitter end
and when you laugh and love until the bitter end
