As usual on a busy Thursday morning, the Marketplace was bustling with life, filled the by now familiar display of races and intentions, each out to garner goods for some reason or other. Piper was wiling away an hour or so while Ollie met with Fallon Quinn, his agent at the Vanima Gallery, using the time to stock up on perishables for their cupboards.
Her husband had advised against her coming out this morning, what with her being so dramatically pregnant, but even with the bump significantly lower than it had been only a few days before, Piper had insisted. She refused to stay cooped up in the loft all the time, and besides, Loki was enjoying the chance to get out and about with his mistress for once.
"Oh, missus, this'd look right lovely with your colorin', that it would," the plump vendor was insisting with enthusiasm, if not total honesty, holding a pale peach bolt of silky cloth up against Piper's shoulder as she pitched her sale. "Somethin' nice to make up once the baby's come, an' all. Not long now, eh?"
One practised hand lay gently against the bump. Piper gritted her teeth, but said nothing. As much as she disliked the sudden free-for-all when it came to touching her, she knew that it was only a matter of time until all attention would be on the newborn baby, and off her midriff.
"No, not long," she agreed as pleasantly as she could, surreptitiously rubbing the small of her back with just the faintest trace of a grimace. It had been aching like this since at least the night before, the heaviness of the ache coming in steady waves that lasted no more than a few minutes before receding. Still, it had been enough to keep her restless in bed, which could not have been fun for Ollie in the slightest.
"Back ache, love?" the woman asked sympathetically. "Gets like that late on. Here, there's a woman over there - sells this marvellous spot of ointment for aches like that, do you the world of good."
As her hand raised to point across the way toward said woman's stall, Piper felt a gush below her navel, letting out a loud gasp of shock as she clutched at the vendor's arm. All she could think was, Thank God I've been wearing those huge pads. Beside her, Loki stiffened to full alert, sniffing at his mistress with huge concerned eyes turned upward to her face.
"Here, missus, you alright?" The vendor took her arm, waving away a couple of opportunistic healers, and drew Piper behind the stall, kicking her husband off his seat to encourage the younger woman to sit down.
"I, um ....No, I don't think I am." Piper could feel how pale her face had become, the shock and surprise of realising she'd been in labor for the past twenty hours without knowing it coming hard on the heels of the realisation that things were coming to a swift conclusion in the middle of a busy marketplace. Some instinct for preservation made her look down at her Malamute, who was pacing back and forth in front of her, distressed by the new scents clinging to her. "Loki, find Ollie. Find Ollie."
Whether the dog understood or not was debatable, but he barked with sudden purpose and headed off to weave his way between the legs of the milling crowd between the stalls. Piper turned her pale face to the vendor in vague alarm.
"I'm really terribly sorry," she heard herself say awkwardly. "I think my waters have just broken."
Her husband had advised against her coming out this morning, what with her being so dramatically pregnant, but even with the bump significantly lower than it had been only a few days before, Piper had insisted. She refused to stay cooped up in the loft all the time, and besides, Loki was enjoying the chance to get out and about with his mistress for once.
"Oh, missus, this'd look right lovely with your colorin', that it would," the plump vendor was insisting with enthusiasm, if not total honesty, holding a pale peach bolt of silky cloth up against Piper's shoulder as she pitched her sale. "Somethin' nice to make up once the baby's come, an' all. Not long now, eh?"
One practised hand lay gently against the bump. Piper gritted her teeth, but said nothing. As much as she disliked the sudden free-for-all when it came to touching her, she knew that it was only a matter of time until all attention would be on the newborn baby, and off her midriff.
"No, not long," she agreed as pleasantly as she could, surreptitiously rubbing the small of her back with just the faintest trace of a grimace. It had been aching like this since at least the night before, the heaviness of the ache coming in steady waves that lasted no more than a few minutes before receding. Still, it had been enough to keep her restless in bed, which could not have been fun for Ollie in the slightest.
"Back ache, love?" the woman asked sympathetically. "Gets like that late on. Here, there's a woman over there - sells this marvellous spot of ointment for aches like that, do you the world of good."
As her hand raised to point across the way toward said woman's stall, Piper felt a gush below her navel, letting out a loud gasp of shock as she clutched at the vendor's arm. All she could think was, Thank God I've been wearing those huge pads. Beside her, Loki stiffened to full alert, sniffing at his mistress with huge concerned eyes turned upward to her face.
"Here, missus, you alright?" The vendor took her arm, waving away a couple of opportunistic healers, and drew Piper behind the stall, kicking her husband off his seat to encourage the younger woman to sit down.
"I, um ....No, I don't think I am." Piper could feel how pale her face had become, the shock and surprise of realising she'd been in labor for the past twenty hours without knowing it coming hard on the heels of the realisation that things were coming to a swift conclusion in the middle of a busy marketplace. Some instinct for preservation made her look down at her Malamute, who was pacing back and forth in front of her, distressed by the new scents clinging to her. "Loki, find Ollie. Find Ollie."
Whether the dog understood or not was debatable, but he barked with sudden purpose and headed off to weave his way between the legs of the milling crowd between the stalls. Piper turned her pale face to the vendor in vague alarm.
"I'm really terribly sorry," she heard herself say awkwardly. "I think my waters have just broken."