Maeve
It is likely for the best. Maeve wouldn't want to put more on him. Especially not a pregnancy. Wouldn't that be a fucking mess? He's spared this time from this ball dropping. Instead it's just her left to bear the weight of it all. Even though he doesn't say it, she knows he's thinking it and can't help teasing him. Maeve shifts, poking his thigh with her socked foot, managing a small smile for him, "Breathe easy, beastie. There isn't anything to worry about. At least, not for you." Her tone manges to be light for a brief moment and she does feel lighter. If only because telling someone else felt like a relief. It wasn't all on her. Not that Jata had any responsibility in this, but it still helps.
"Thank you. I- I'm happy about it. I've always wanted a baby, but I'm scared." She knows she doesn't have to elaborate. She knows that he understands. The war, the preparations, the danger of it all. Her hand moves to rest idly on her still flat stomach, fingers brushing lightly over the loose fabric of her camisole. "I'll tell him." He deserves to know. She wants him to know. Whether he would want to be involved is something else entirely.
Maeve nods again, taking a small sip of her tea, "I do. I won't be alone. I know that. I'm just worried." She sighs, leaning forward to add more to her own cup, "That isn't all I wanted to talk to you about, though. It wasn't even what I intended to for this meeting to be about in the first place."
"Thank you. I- I'm happy about it. I've always wanted a baby, but I'm scared." She knows she doesn't have to elaborate. She knows that he understands. The war, the preparations, the danger of it all. Her hand moves to rest idly on her still flat stomach, fingers brushing lightly over the loose fabric of her camisole. "I'll tell him." He deserves to know. She wants him to know. Whether he would want to be involved is something else entirely.
Maeve nods again, taking a small sip of her tea, "I do. I won't be alone. I know that. I'm just worried." She sighs, leaning forward to add more to her own cup, "That isn't all I wanted to talk to you about, though. It wasn't even what I intended to for this meeting to be about in the first place."
NO ONE WANTS YOU WHEN YOU HAVE NO HEART
AND I’M SITTING PRETTY IN MY BRAND NEW SCARS
AND I’M SITTING PRETTY IN MY BRAND NEW SCARS
