The room the servant leads me to is large and lavishly furnished, but I don't really take in many of the details, my brain too tired to notice. After checking everything is alright for me, the servant bows and leaves, and I close the door behind him with a snap that makes it clear I do not want to be disturbed.
I walk slowly into the joint bathroom, reminding myself to thank Elide for that later. Most guest rooms don't have bathrooms attached. I stop before the mirror on one wall, then turn to the side, stripping of my top.
Where my stomach was once a flat mass of muscle, a slight bump is starting to appear, raised only slightly. With a loose top on, it would be unnoticeable, and with a tight one on, it would just look like fat, but...
It sinks in then. I'm pregnant. There is a small child growing inside me - my child. I run my hands over the bump incredulously, marvelling at the fact that I really am going to have a baby.
It's... amazing.
I stand, running my hands over that new life, over my stomach, for so long I lose track of time, Eventually, tiredness takes over my wonder and I am swaying on my feet. I walk back into the main room, stripping my clothes off and climbing in between the soft bedsheets. It's been so long since I've slept on a real bed I actually groan as I lay there.
I'm asleep in minutes.
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Manon's Child
FanfictionAfter the war, everything has changed for Manon. All of her friends are dead and grief is eating her up inside. But then, she finds out she's pregnant and everything changes. Things with Dorian could be ruined, the witches are revolting - what else...
