Phoebe
The Nightingale
He assured her nothing was wrong, but such assurances had been given before by others. Words like that could mean little with the right interpretation. "Oh...what about." she asked quietly, looking at their hands. It was easier that way than looking at his face as she brought her to a seat. Another bad sign. What else could he have to say except something that would upset her?
But his next question caught her off guard. Maeve's son? "Yes, I was her midwife for Edmund." she said, clearly confused by what she considered a change in topic...which then caused new fears to arise. "Is something wrong? Is he alright?" she asked, half rising to go grab her medical bag at once, not considering that the skyboats were likely nearing their last trip for the day at that hour. But he continued holding her hands, pressed to his forehead, and so she sat once more. Whatever he had to say apparently needed saying while he was knelt on the floor.
His words didn't register at first. Static filled her ears instead and a wave of...nothingness washed over her. The words didn't fit in the narrative she had built in her head, and thus seemed without meaning for a few long moments as she stared at him blankly. But slowly, the meaning sunk in and her lips curved up in a slow smile. She twisted her hands so they could rest on either side of his face to tilt it up towards her. "You...you mean it? You want children with me? Now?" she said. Of course she knew not right in that exact moment now but not maybe, not someday, but the near as-soon-as-she-conceived future now.
But his next question caught her off guard. Maeve's son? "Yes, I was her midwife for Edmund." she said, clearly confused by what she considered a change in topic...which then caused new fears to arise. "Is something wrong? Is he alright?" she asked, half rising to go grab her medical bag at once, not considering that the skyboats were likely nearing their last trip for the day at that hour. But he continued holding her hands, pressed to his forehead, and so she sat once more. Whatever he had to say apparently needed saying while he was knelt on the floor.
His words didn't register at first. Static filled her ears instead and a wave of...nothingness washed over her. The words didn't fit in the narrative she had built in her head, and thus seemed without meaning for a few long moments as she stared at him blankly. But slowly, the meaning sunk in and her lips curved up in a slow smile. She twisted her hands so they could rest on either side of his face to tilt it up towards her. "You...you mean it? You want children with me? Now?" she said. Of course she knew not right in that exact moment now but not maybe, not someday, but the near as-soon-as-she-conceived future now.
love is the flower you've got to let grow
