felix felicis

VAI The huntress Phoebe's presence was an extremely welcome one, but that didn't necessarily mean that Vai noticed it at first. She had been a little busy, after all, but as the midwife drew closer and the witch was able to breathe in the break between her contractions, she managed to turn to allow the other woman to carry out her examination. "If you tell me I still have a ways to go we're going to fall out," she panted, squeezing her eyes shut and tilting her head back to try and imagine she was elsewhere. Luckily it looked as though everything was not only normal, but well on the way, though Vai felt the tell-tale tightening of another contraction just as Phoebe reached up to place the crown on her head. A crown. Of fucking flowers. "What in the hell is that supposed to d-- oh." The curses that had been about to spill from her lips faded entirely, Vai's cheeks lightly flushed, everything about her seeming to utterly relax against the counter. "Oh. Yeah. I mean... yeah, you can put that on forever if you like," she laughed breathlessly. "Mm...? I prefer to stand if I can, but put me wherever you like."