This comes some time after A Possible Way Ahead and runs to 738 words. It was written for aldersprig's second prompt.

Rensa was looking after Mirren for once, not the other way around. Bannoc was away giving his lecture to another set of new military recruits and Mirren was within three weeks of her due date. Her baby could decide to be born at any time ( Read more... )

I wrote this to aldersprig's first prompt, "More Rensa, esp. Involving clothing."

“My clothes are starting not to fit,” Rensa announced to Mirren.  “Do I have a budget for maternity clothes?”

“Of course you do.”  Mirren’s pregnancy wasn’t that much more advanced than Rensa’s but she looked further along.  “Mind you, once I started shopping for my own maternity ( Read more... )

I wrote this to ellenmillion's first prompt.  It follows after The Palace Will Shortly Be Making An Announcement.

Yannic woke at his usual time and turned over to look at his sleeping wife.  His sleeping second wife.  Rensa always slept at least an hour later than he did but she never complained about waking up alone.  He was sure she at least liked him and she ( Read more... )

I wrote this to aldersprig's first prompt.

Along with a short list of don’ts pregnant ladies, Rensa discovered, were encouraged to both exercise in moderation and nap.  Her weight was still less than her doctor thought it should be and the first sign of her pregnancy had been a small dip in that weight.  As a result she was now on a ‘sustaining’ diet backed ( Read more... )

I wrote this in response to kelkyag's first prompt.

“What are we doing?”  Rensa thought that Yannic was being deliberately mysterious for the fun of it.  Having been married to him for almost a week, and after living with him for that time, she could believe that he was capable of that.  She hadn’t had much choice in marrying him of course but Kiriel had ( Read more... )

I wrote this in response to aldersprig's first prompt.

“So, you don’t want to marry me?”  Bannoc was holding Mirren to him in the dark.  They were in his room, in his bed, a space that had held so many dark thoughts alone in the time he’d occupied it that it had needed exorcising with evidence of life and a way forward.

“I’ve just never thought of marriage as ( Read more... )

I wrote this to kelkyag's third prompt and didn't worry about it going overlength because I needed to write another episode to get more of this story by aldersprig.  :)

Mirren came into Rensa’s sitting room, dragging Bannoc after her, a determined but heart sick look on her face.  “We need you.  He needs you.”  She dragged Bannoc down on his knees beside her in ( Read more... )

I wrote this to aldersprig's first prompt.

“I think we need to talk,” Mirren announced from the doorway.

At the sound of her voice Bannoc closed up whatever it was he was doing on the computer.  “What about?”  He was as brusque as he had been for months.

“Us.  You.  Me.”  Mirren leaned against the door frame.  “Are we still an item or not?”

“I told you,” he ( Read more... )

This follows on from About The First Wife's Family.

“My mother and aunt,” said Mirren, “are organising the pre-wedding family get-together.”

“Pre-wedding family get-together?”  Rensa looked at her with concern.

“You know,” Mirren explained, “that thing where the two families get together for a party about a week before the wedding, get introduced to ( Read more... )

Another piece of Rensa.  This is number twenty - I'm mindboggled.  There is a landing page.

Rensa was nervous.  When her family had been alive she’d known all of her potential mothers-in-law, at least in passing.  She didn’t know Yannic’s mother.  She’d never been in a position to.  Yannic was the result of some away-from-home cavorting by one of ( Read more... )