Aug 10, 2005 09:44
*hoists herself off the couch and waddles to the kitchen*
*decides to start working on the pile of washing up that's probably mostly Turco's fault in the sink*
*is halfway finished when a sharp pain hits her*
*winces and gasps, dropping a plate*
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*spies the plate on the floor*
Oh, don't worry about that. I do it all the time.
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*helps you to your room, that being the most pratical option*
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Never gets ANY less unpleasant, it's got to be said.
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*fluffs up a pillow for you*
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*is conspicuously lacking one Finduilas*
*to a servant*
Where is she? Let me see her.
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She's up here.
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Anairë, melda, are you-
*sees her in the bed and pales* Oh, you're...having the baby. :s
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Here you go.
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Any of that going spare?
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*sits on the edge of the bed and takes your hand*
You holding up okay?
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Oh, I'm fine other than the excruciating pain. But there should be plenty of time yet before the main event happens so to speak.
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I'll go make some tea, alright?
*shuffles off to leave you with your nearly-ex hubbie*
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What am I thinking? You're a pro at this.
Just tell me if there's anything I can do. I'm yours.
And you are mine.
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Although I will require your hand to be placed under considerable stress soon enough.
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Say...where's Fin? She could learn a thing or two here.
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