Maeve
There is a flood of instant relief at the sight of him. Even with the way his eyes seem wide with panic. He ran. It's clear with the way his chest heaves almost in time with hers, but he's at her side in an instant. His lips against her temple and his hand there for her to clasp. He smells like the beach and sun and home. Maeve drops her head against his shoulder, bracing against him as he asks his question, "Phoebe isn't here, I don't think. She's.. she's my midwife." Her mind races for another option, unsure if the demigoddess is even in the building or if she went back to Stormbreak once more, but it comes up short as she tries her best to breathe through the contractions.
She knows labor can be long and hard. She knows that she might have hours ahead of her still. Could she even push yet? Maeve didn't know and that was the scariest part of it all. Maeve swallows thickly, glancing towards Aidon where he was pacing at the end of the bed, sending an image of Phoebe and Pim along the bond with the silent instruction of trying to find them. If she was here, Aidon would get her and everything would be okay.
She knows labor can be long and hard. She knows that she might have hours ahead of her still. Could she even push yet? Maeve didn't know and that was the scariest part of it all. Maeve swallows thickly, glancing towards Aidon where he was pacing at the end of the bed, sending an image of Phoebe and Pim along the bond with the silent instruction of trying to find them. If she was here, Aidon would get her and everything would be okay.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
