pregnant

Eira placed her third finished shepherd's pie on the counter. She pulled her oven mit off, reaching up and wiping her forehead. Cooking during the blazing heat of summer was certainly not a good idea. Yet, she had pushed through and made three delicious meals for the workers of Millshaw. Not only had she made three shepherd's pies for everyone, but she also baked her blueberry muffins, which were starting to gain infamy for their deliciousness.

She's tired, but that's not anything new. She's been tired for almost a year. Tired and drawn since the kidnapping, and the baby inside her has only made it worse, keeping her awake with insistent kicks on the rare nights that the nightmares don't find their way into her mind. And, of course, the nightmares are back, if they ever left. She doesn't tell him when he asks. There's nothing he could do to help. They're her own demons to kill.

Peering into the glowing embers of the fire, it casting a slow, almost lazy glow into the room, as the flames were growing smaller.Laying comfortably on her side in the bed she was sharing with her husband. Syrioh's arm was as usual draped over her hips, hips still slender even though the bump on her stomach had grown a little bit, just enough to fit in the size of his large palm.