you know exactly who I want to see sappy fic about. ♥
WHOOOOO? IT IS A MYSTERYYYY
Celes dropped her head back against the pillow in a huff, staring up at the ceiling in frustration through the darkness of the room as though it were at fault for her sleeplessness.
No, it was not.
No, the blame lay with the figure asleep beside her (and herself and their own lack of planning – but right now she was putting all of it on him because he was asleep and couldn’t argue) who had gotten her in this situation in the first place.
At least she’d stopped getting ill all the time. Now was just fatigue and an inability to get comfortable and just rest that plagued her. This was absolutely horrid and any person who chose this willingly was–
Well, they were something. she didn’t know what right now, but… whatever it was, it wasn’t her.
Locke rolled over in his sleep and his hand cradled her swelling abdomen instinctively, palm warm against her bare skin. His face was inches from her own and he looked absurdly happy in his sleep, the same sort of sappy, loving smiles he showered her with in their waking hours spread across his lips. She smirked and contemplated poking him awake to suffer with her, but movement within her drew her attention away from her plot and woke him from his dosing before she could anyway.
"Cel?" he mumbled sleepily, confusion lacing his tone. "Are you– did she?"
She laughed in shock and wove her fingers together with his when she felt a second one, marveling at the strange new sensation. “I– I think she–?”
He blinked a few more times and grinned, eyes lighting up in the early morning shadows and glittering over at her in the darkness as his excitement grew. “We… we did this,” he said in awe, laughing with her and peppering her face in kisses.
She nodded and returned some of his affection, silently hoping she might feel at least one more flutter tonight. She still didn’t quite know what she was doing – thank goodness Locke was a mid wife’s son and had some idea or they would be well and truly lost – but ever so slowly, the uncertainty was giving way to wonder and an admittedly mildly-terrified excitement.
She may not be getting to sleep anytime soon, but all in all, that wasn’t so bad a notion anymore tonight.
IIIIIIIII am so wired.
SORRY I GOTS BABBUS ON THE BRAIN
Celes’ eyes snapped open, much like they always did when she awoke, and she took in the room around her with the same calm familiarity she did each day. Even years later, the habits of military life were slow to leave, lingering reminders of her youth and the path her life had taken to bring her to this point.
A point of curious amounts of discomfort mixed with contentment on this quiet morning. She was getting far more used to her child’s penchant for waking her just as dawn was settling across the outskirts of Kohlingen and cracking through the trees. Just as she was with all the changes that had come about.
The first time around, it had been terrible. An unplanned accident that had left her shaken to the core at times, ill at ease with the reality of what had been thrust upon them so suddenly. This was decidedly less traumatic.
Now that she knew what to expect with a pregnancy, and had fully endeavored to have this second child, it was much simpler to adapt. It was so easy to take things in stride now. Such as being awakened by the tiny flutters of movement within her swollen womb.
Letting her eyes drift closed against the soft morning sunlight just starting the peek into the windows, she languidly drifted her fingers across her abdomen in a caress. Even knowing the science of it, Cid’s lessons were very thorough after all, she marveled at the reality of a small life growing within her.
Another daughter. She was sure of it. She’d never be able to explain how she knew, but the truth of it was there, undeniable in her mind and heart. Having had a midwife for a mother, Locke was inclined to believe her. He and tiny Elenca both were ecstatic as they eagerly awaited the arrival of their newest family member.
With only a few short weeks left upon them, life was becoming an excited, frenzied rush of preparations. Ever so talented with his hands, Locke had toiled away happily at the just recently finished bassinet that stood proudly in the corner, draped with soft blankets and sitting at the ready to comfort and protect their newborn once she was here.
But for now, they were still just three. In the stillness of the morning, Celes let the sounds of her slumbering family soothe her back into a hazy doze. She turned onto her side to face her lover, her face alighting with an indulgent smile as she saw his eyes blearily watching her. He returned the look, reaching out and tangling their fingers together where their hands met across their eldest’s back as she snored softly into the bedding between them, each content in the knowledge that while their lives had shifted so very far from where they might have once pictured them, the journey they were taking together was the most wonderful treasure they could have ever hoped for.