My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
Was she alright? It seemed like such a simple question, but it held a weight that Maeve couldn’t even wrap her head around. Physically? Yes, she was alright. The baby was alright. It was a healthy and viable pregnancy. None of her previous actions had affected things negatively. Emotionally? That was another story entirely. Equal parts heartbroken, confused, overwhelmed, and happy. She was glad to be having a baby. She always wanted a family. Even if it didn’t look like the one that she had imagined in her head for so long. Maeve wasn’t going to be alone. She had Aurelia and she had Seren. Her goddess would hold her up too. The Nightshade wouldn’t bear this solely on her shoulders.
Maeve drew in a shaky breath, reaching up to brush away at her tears as she rested in Seren’s embrace, letting the gentle stroke of her fingers through her hair soothe her frayed nerves. ”I’m hurting. I wish he was here. I wish that things hadn’t gone the way they did. I want to understand, but I don’t…” She murmured, shifting slightly in Seren’s arms so she might more easily gaze up at the starchild, jade eyes glassy and red from her tears. ”But I’m okay and so is the baby. Healthy and growing the way they should.”
There was a flash of determination in her gaze, already knowing her plan, ”I’m keeping them. They were made out of love even if it has passed for him. I’m going to seek out your mother and ask her what I can do to keep them safe when the war comes.” Maeve hoped desperately that her friend understood her choice. That she would have her support in this decision too.
Maeve drew in a shaky breath, reaching up to brush away at her tears as she rested in Seren’s embrace, letting the gentle stroke of her fingers through her hair soothe her frayed nerves. ”I’m hurting. I wish he was here. I wish that things hadn’t gone the way they did. I want to understand, but I don’t…” She murmured, shifting slightly in Seren’s arms so she might more easily gaze up at the starchild, jade eyes glassy and red from her tears. ”But I’m okay and so is the baby. Healthy and growing the way they should.”
There was a flash of determination in her gaze, already knowing her plan, ”I’m keeping them. They were made out of love even if it has passed for him. I’m going to seek out your mother and ask her what I can do to keep them safe when the war comes.” Maeve hoped desperately that her friend understood her choice. That she would have her support in this decision too.
Maeve
