There were more details to being a professor's wife than Aurelia had realized. Despite the newness of their marriage, she had accompanied Ian to three fundraising events thus far, each time making better friends with his colleagues and their families, as well as to the Christmas ball the university had held. What she liked best, though, was their quiet time, in the house they had found together on the edge of Huntingdon. After four months, it was finally beginning to feel like home, which was just as well. With the growing evidence of their little blessing rounding out her belly with every passing day, they needed to feel settled before their world was picked up and tossed about again.
Of course, the news that Ian and Aurelia were expecting a child had yielded an interesting response from those they knew in New York. Hardly a week went by without something else arriving from Rhys and Nat, and today was no different. Aurelia waved off the delivery men, and turned to consider the large box that had just been brought in.
Ian's colleagues had even noticed the change in the man now that he was married and expecting a child, any why shouldn't he be happy' It seemed like all the loose ends of his life were coming together now that he was married to Aurelia. All but one, but there was nothing he could do about that. Both houses were really starting to come together, and Ian's days and nights were busier than they'd ever been. But like Aurelia, the times he liked most were those that were spent at the little cottage in the woods where Rhys had grown up and where Ian had first met Aurelia. "That is definitely bigger than a breadbox," the absent-minded professor chuckled in observance of the big box that had just come off the delivery truck. "What do you suppose is inside?"
"I dread to think," his Belgian witch of a wife laughed with him. "I love Natalya, truly, but she does not seem to be able to stop herself from spending money on us." Shaking her head, she moved from the doorway to crouch by the big box, ripping at the brown paper that covered it.
"Lucky for her, she has the money to spend," Ian remarked offhandedly and mostly to himself. He wasn't rich by any means, though so far they had managed to get by on his meager income as a college professor. Thankfully, they had very generous friends or they might have very quickly gone into debt. He hadn't wanted to accept their charity, at first. The man had his pride, after all, but Natalya just wouldn't take no for an answer. "You don't think there's a big overstuffed clown in there, do you?" he asked, suspiciously, stepping forward to help her. He wasn't overly fond of clowns, for some reason.
It would take time for Aurelia's reputation to build up to the point where the very unique community she was targeting with her potions and spells would trust her enough to pay good money, so for now, she, too, was forced to swallow her pride and allow Rhys' wife to spoil them as much as she wanted to. "I promise, if it is a big clown, I will incinerate it for you," she assured her husband with a smile. Not that she could do much without matches these days - the only active power she was using during her pregnancy was her ability to shimmer from place to place. She didn't miss the shielding or energy balls, confident that there was little in this world that would try their hand against her or her husband, anyway.
"Thank you," he smiled up at her, amused at her willingness to defend him against one of his childhood fears. "You're my hero." Of course, he knew there was no such thing hidden beneath all that paper. For one, the box was too heavy for that, and secondly, he thought Nat was a little too practical to send them something as silly as that. He helped her pull away the paper to reveal a cardboard box with pictures of a baby's crib plastered all over the sides. "Well, it's definitely not a clown. I guess we know where the baby will be sleeping," he said, hands on hips as he looked the box over. "I suppose it will require some assembly," he mused aloud with a small frown. Thankfully, he had a few months to figure it out before the crib would be needed.
"Perhaps we should make her come down here and put it up herself," Aurelia suggested with a low chuckle of her own, easing back up onto her feet. As much as Natalya Bristol seemed to want to smother them in all the essentials and the not so essentials, she couldn't deny that the woman was extremely practical about what she was buying for them. "If a birthing pool arrives, I am going to tell her to use it as a swimming pool for little Ana."
"It's too bad you can't just twitch your nose and have it be done," he added, carefully helping her to her feet. He was forever fussing over her and telling her to relax, almost to the point of irritation, but he meant well. He was a little old-fashioned in that he thought a woman - especially one as pregnant as his wife - was to be pampered and cherished, at least until the baby was born. "A birthing pool?" he echoed, with a curious lift of his brows. Though he was an extremely intelligent man with a Ph.D. in Arthurian Studies, his knowledge of childbirth and babies was nil, at best.
Aurelia laughed, wrapping her arm about his back as she leaned into him. She'd given up telling him to stop fussing, simply allowing him to get it out of his system now rather than arguing. "Yes, she has been telling me all about the wonders of the home birth," she told her husband with a smile. "And utterly ignoring me when I tell her, repeatedly, that hospitals are something very important in my mind."
"Home birth?" he echoed again, looking a little dubious of that idea. "Is that how she - they - birthed their daughter?" he asked, curiously, unsure if he really wanted the details. He eyed the box again, wondering how in blazes he was going to get it from the front door to the bedroom alone.
In pieces, most likely, if he insisted on doing it himself. Aurelia may not have been allowed to help much, but that shimmering ability of hers came in very handy when it came to moving heavy objects from one place to another. "I believe Elaine delivered their daughter, in their home on Avalon," she told Ian, though she was not entirely certain herself. There were no mystical wise women here; she was dead set on a hospital, that practical streak of hers not wanting to allow for any mistakes.
"I see," he replied quietly. "Well, before I lug this monstrosity upstairs, what do you think about a cup of tea?" he asked, turning to wrap his arms about her waist. As far as Professor Evans was concerned, it was always time for tea. He was just as happy to have a doctor precede over their child's birth, though as far as he was concerned, it was ultimately up to Aurelia to make that decision.
She leaned into him, her head resting comfortably on his shoulder. In just a few weeks, he would be able to feel their child wriggling around inside her as well, but for now, he would just have to take her word for it. "You mean before I shimmer it upstairs?" she asked sweetly, brushing her lips against his cheek. "I think tea sounds like a lovely idea, mon coeur."
"Oh," he laughed as he realized she'd thought of an easier way. "So you are going to twitch your nose then," he teased, tapping her nose gently and playfully, her head against his shoulder.
Of course, the news that Ian and Aurelia were expecting a child had yielded an interesting response from those they knew in New York. Hardly a week went by without something else arriving from Rhys and Nat, and today was no different. Aurelia waved off the delivery men, and turned to consider the large box that had just been brought in.
Ian's colleagues had even noticed the change in the man now that he was married and expecting a child, any why shouldn't he be happy' It seemed like all the loose ends of his life were coming together now that he was married to Aurelia. All but one, but there was nothing he could do about that. Both houses were really starting to come together, and Ian's days and nights were busier than they'd ever been. But like Aurelia, the times he liked most were those that were spent at the little cottage in the woods where Rhys had grown up and where Ian had first met Aurelia. "That is definitely bigger than a breadbox," the absent-minded professor chuckled in observance of the big box that had just come off the delivery truck. "What do you suppose is inside?"
"I dread to think," his Belgian witch of a wife laughed with him. "I love Natalya, truly, but she does not seem to be able to stop herself from spending money on us." Shaking her head, she moved from the doorway to crouch by the big box, ripping at the brown paper that covered it.
"Lucky for her, she has the money to spend," Ian remarked offhandedly and mostly to himself. He wasn't rich by any means, though so far they had managed to get by on his meager income as a college professor. Thankfully, they had very generous friends or they might have very quickly gone into debt. He hadn't wanted to accept their charity, at first. The man had his pride, after all, but Natalya just wouldn't take no for an answer. "You don't think there's a big overstuffed clown in there, do you?" he asked, suspiciously, stepping forward to help her. He wasn't overly fond of clowns, for some reason.
It would take time for Aurelia's reputation to build up to the point where the very unique community she was targeting with her potions and spells would trust her enough to pay good money, so for now, she, too, was forced to swallow her pride and allow Rhys' wife to spoil them as much as she wanted to. "I promise, if it is a big clown, I will incinerate it for you," she assured her husband with a smile. Not that she could do much without matches these days - the only active power she was using during her pregnancy was her ability to shimmer from place to place. She didn't miss the shielding or energy balls, confident that there was little in this world that would try their hand against her or her husband, anyway.
"Thank you," he smiled up at her, amused at her willingness to defend him against one of his childhood fears. "You're my hero." Of course, he knew there was no such thing hidden beneath all that paper. For one, the box was too heavy for that, and secondly, he thought Nat was a little too practical to send them something as silly as that. He helped her pull away the paper to reveal a cardboard box with pictures of a baby's crib plastered all over the sides. "Well, it's definitely not a clown. I guess we know where the baby will be sleeping," he said, hands on hips as he looked the box over. "I suppose it will require some assembly," he mused aloud with a small frown. Thankfully, he had a few months to figure it out before the crib would be needed.
"Perhaps we should make her come down here and put it up herself," Aurelia suggested with a low chuckle of her own, easing back up onto her feet. As much as Natalya Bristol seemed to want to smother them in all the essentials and the not so essentials, she couldn't deny that the woman was extremely practical about what she was buying for them. "If a birthing pool arrives, I am going to tell her to use it as a swimming pool for little Ana."
"It's too bad you can't just twitch your nose and have it be done," he added, carefully helping her to her feet. He was forever fussing over her and telling her to relax, almost to the point of irritation, but he meant well. He was a little old-fashioned in that he thought a woman - especially one as pregnant as his wife - was to be pampered and cherished, at least until the baby was born. "A birthing pool?" he echoed, with a curious lift of his brows. Though he was an extremely intelligent man with a Ph.D. in Arthurian Studies, his knowledge of childbirth and babies was nil, at best.
Aurelia laughed, wrapping her arm about his back as she leaned into him. She'd given up telling him to stop fussing, simply allowing him to get it out of his system now rather than arguing. "Yes, she has been telling me all about the wonders of the home birth," she told her husband with a smile. "And utterly ignoring me when I tell her, repeatedly, that hospitals are something very important in my mind."
"Home birth?" he echoed again, looking a little dubious of that idea. "Is that how she - they - birthed their daughter?" he asked, curiously, unsure if he really wanted the details. He eyed the box again, wondering how in blazes he was going to get it from the front door to the bedroom alone.
In pieces, most likely, if he insisted on doing it himself. Aurelia may not have been allowed to help much, but that shimmering ability of hers came in very handy when it came to moving heavy objects from one place to another. "I believe Elaine delivered their daughter, in their home on Avalon," she told Ian, though she was not entirely certain herself. There were no mystical wise women here; she was dead set on a hospital, that practical streak of hers not wanting to allow for any mistakes.
"I see," he replied quietly. "Well, before I lug this monstrosity upstairs, what do you think about a cup of tea?" he asked, turning to wrap his arms about her waist. As far as Professor Evans was concerned, it was always time for tea. He was just as happy to have a doctor precede over their child's birth, though as far as he was concerned, it was ultimately up to Aurelia to make that decision.
She leaned into him, her head resting comfortably on his shoulder. In just a few weeks, he would be able to feel their child wriggling around inside her as well, but for now, he would just have to take her word for it. "You mean before I shimmer it upstairs?" she asked sweetly, brushing her lips against his cheek. "I think tea sounds like a lovely idea, mon coeur."
"Oh," he laughed as he realized she'd thought of an easier way. "So you are going to twitch your nose then," he teased, tapping her nose gently and playfully, her head against his shoulder.