Elunara flipped through the paperwork and sighed. She sat in the SI:7, in Mathias' old chair, yet felt more out of control than she ever had. Between Jameson's little packet, and the twilight brat in her hold, she had her plate full. Speaking of plate, she was desperate for some carrot cake. She rubbed a hand over her growing belly. She was six months along by her own estimation, and nowhere NEAR the size she had been at only four with Darguni.
"Enter!" She called
Varian stuck his head in. "Feeling alright?"
"I'm hungry."
He walked in and set a small box on the table. "A personal carrot cake from Tippy."
"You mind reader!" She popped the box and snatched the fork out. "I was just thinking of this." Her groan of ecstasy on the first bite had him laughing.
"I knew it was your favorite."
"Emmaline's favorite from where I sit. She has me craving it near constantly."
Kneeling beside her, he rubbed his hands on her belly. "Mine." He whispered.
"You and your claiming things." She winked at him.
"Hey, I'm High King. I get to claim things." He winked back. "I can't wait to meet her."
Elunara jolted. "Apparently, the feeling is mutual. She just kicked the shit out of me."
"Where?"
"Right... here." She guided his hand.
"I feel her!" He gasped. "Hello, sweetie." Varian crooned to her belly. "You're my little girl. Mine." With a chuckle, he looked up at Elunara. "She certainly has your opinβ Did she shift?"
Elunara put her hands on her belly. "She just rolled over and went to sleep. You bored her." She stuck out her tongue.
"Well, she doesn't bore me." He murmured. Sighing, he straightened up. "Our little prisoner is asking for you."
"According to the reports I'm receiving, that's all he does." She tapped her fingers on the desk. "I can't torture the little snot, he's expecting that."
"Expecting..."
"He TRAINED on it. He told me himself. Not that I'm surprised, the twilight cultists are all out of their marb-- hm..."
"I know that look, what are you planning?"
Elunara made her way down into the Stockades. As she made her way into Bobby's cell, she made a dramatic showing of holding her belly as she sat down. It would probably be more convincing if she was bigger, but she hoped the kid wouldn't notice the difference.
"Hello, there. They said you've been asking about me. Forgive me; I have too much to do each day."
"They say you're queen AND the leader of the SI:7."
"That I am." She laughed. "And pregnant on top of it, but what can you do?" She shrugged. "Too much on my plate these days." She blinked down at the fork in her hand. "Oops. Speaking of plates." She tucked it into her pocket. "I was in the middle of lunch when they asked if I could make time for you.
After a couple of hours, she stood up and made a grand gesture of stretching. With a sigh, she tugged open the door of the cell and stood there, hand on the door. "Well, I guess I'll see you..." She appeared to be considering her schedule. "at some point this week."
"Not likely!" He grabbed the fork out of her pocket and jammed it into her belly. Like a shot, he bolted through the hallways and out of the Stockades.
Wincing, she pulled the fork tines out of her skin.
"Are you alright?" Varian rushed into the cell.
"It's only surface." She watched the wound heal. "I was trying to look incompetent, not make her a damned target. Worthless little shit."
"Will this work?"
"I have six of my best agents on that kid. ONE of them will give me his destination. He killed my runners; that much is true, but he hasn't had to deal with my trackers. They'll bring him to me."
Bradly walked hand in hand with Evelyn. "Portal lake is best at night, when you can see it all lit up."
"It's beautiful by itself."
"You know..." He brushed her hair back and brushed his lips across hers. "Just like you."
Her face went hot. "Y-you think?"
"I know." He grinned. "I find it funny, the past few months... I haven't given Lydia a thought when I'm with you. Even at night, I think of just you."
"Oh! Oh, my..."
"One of the family rules... is to follow what's in your heart. Do you want to know what's in my heart?"
"I want nothing more." She breathed.
He stooped down and pulled out a tiny box. Popping it open, he smiled. "That I want you to marry me."
"Oh, Bradly!" She gasped. "Yes!"
They ran back to the training yard together.
Lydia blinked up at the two of them. "What's up?"
"We're getting married." Bradly grinned. "She said yes!"
"I... I did." Evelyn blushed.