Your past and mine are parallel lines
The door swung open and Zavien stepped through, a smile playing on his lips that faltered when he saw her expression. Thoughts of recent conversations, and how they'd all ended more positively than she'd originally envisioned, danced through her head. He loved her. He wasn't leaving. The thought became a mantra as he crossed the room, setting aside the food to take her face in his hands. Nerves blossomed anew, butterflies fluttering in her stomach as she leaned into his touch. He was here. He wasn't leaving. This news wasn't the end for them.
She had to believe that.
Her mouth was dry. "I finished my quest," she said softly, brows pinching together with worry. She didn't know what he was going to think, how he was going to react. She'd believed him when he'd promised to stay with her, believed that he'd meant every word. But that was before. What if he didn't want children, despite being so good with them? What if sharing this news spelled the end for their relationship?
No. He wasn't leaving.
"So I went to see Safrin. And she said..." Or wrote, actually, on the parchment that still lingered in her pocket, the note still prominently displayed there in graceful, swooping letters. The words stuck in her throat, and she considered fishing the parchment from her pocket and handing it to him, letting Safrin be the one to tell him, too.
But no. She wanted - needed - to be the one to share this with him.
Searching his face, as though she might see a hint of his reaction there, Soh saw only his love and concern for her. She might not know where this conversation was going to lead, but she knew that drawing it out would only make it worse. So she took a deep breath, steeling herself, finding her resolve; and, heart thundering in her chest, she managed to say it.
"Zavien, I'm pregnant."
She had to believe that.
Her mouth was dry. "I finished my quest," she said softly, brows pinching together with worry. She didn't know what he was going to think, how he was going to react. She'd believed him when he'd promised to stay with her, believed that he'd meant every word. But that was before. What if he didn't want children, despite being so good with them? What if sharing this news spelled the end for their relationship?
No. He wasn't leaving.
"So I went to see Safrin. And she said..." Or wrote, actually, on the parchment that still lingered in her pocket, the note still prominently displayed there in graceful, swooping letters. The words stuck in her throat, and she considered fishing the parchment from her pocket and handing it to him, letting Safrin be the one to tell him, too.
But no. She wanted - needed - to be the one to share this with him.
Searching his face, as though she might see a hint of his reaction there, Soh saw only his love and concern for her. She might not know where this conversation was going to lead, but she knew that drawing it out would only make it worse. So she took a deep breath, steeling herself, finding her resolve; and, heart thundering in her chest, she managed to say it.
"Zavien, I'm pregnant."
Stars all aligned and they intertwined
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
