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[villageson]

11-12 had been rather reclusive since he and Bridget had moved into their own little cottage. He'd been happy but there was always that side of him that felt sad and down and because of that - instead of sulking - he felt he should go out and have a good look around the Mansion and grounds. It had been a while and the garden looked virtually

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[fairy_fingers]

How about an incredibly pregnant little sister? Angelique has been well - so very well, so much better, in fact, since she and Robb fell in love anew, found each other, since she told him she was with his child, and he accepted the news.

She'll be out on the patio, embroidering exquisitely a little bonnet fit for a tiny head.

[villageson]

11-12 smiles when he sees her there. He thinks she's looking better and that's a good thing and he says so.

"You look well," he goes over to sit nearby, in an opposite chair. "How long will it be now?"

Until the baby comes, he means.

[fairy_fingers]

Angelique reaches to take his hand, squeeze it.

"Another few moons I'm sure," she says. "If I counted well, the babe will come in autumn."

She smiles, just a bit.

"It's good. I wouldn't want to labor in this heat."

[villageson]

"I guess that would be uncomfortable." It's not something he's ever really considered or thought about though. "As long as you're safe."

[fairy_fingers]

"I will be," she promises, though Angelique has been remiss in getting professional support. "I promise you."

[villageson]

"Good," he feels like he's lost too many people already. He'd hate to lose her.

He keeps hold of her hand for a moment, liking that it proves she's real and there somehow.

"So you're happy?"

[fairy_fingers]

"I am," she replies, softly. "I do wish things were.... easier, but at least you are here, and so is Robb."

She still looks sad.

She misses Oberyn.