The Ichi house had a lot more breathing room in it this past year. Not to say that an Ichi, especially one like Seiri, doesn't take up more than enough of her own space, but without Tetch and Lilith in the home it was certainly a lot more spacious. Adenna was Tetch's home, much like Liltu was Lilith's. But they had both agreed the more immobile that Tetch became with her swollen pregnant belly, that they would need a place all to themselves to be comfortable and not be bothered by the usual day-to-days. It was at their own paces they liked things, and now they had the best reason of them all to go off the radar. When it came to deciding a place that was all to themselves, there could only be one place: Silica Cottage.
It was a peaceable beach house right on the beach, and its location was as astonishing as its view.
But this had not been why Techichi voiced her approval of the place. More stragetically, which she seldom was, she approved of the site for their privacy and convenience. A very old market was just a woodsy walk away for all their grocery needs, and the population was both microscopic and unchanging. Private and convenient.
If it was one thing that pregnancy taught Tetch, it was that she needed space enough to scream and as few people around her as possible to not physically injure. Lilith was and would always be the one and forever exception to her warning label of extreme lethality. The isolated cottage was quiet and looked it enough, but appearances can be deceiving, as would be in this instance. Though things were calm in the beach house, they were never guaranteed that for very long. Inside the cottage there was no movement or sound except for that of a fidgeting infant from a tiny crib placed more toward the living room than the kitchen, but easily accessible by both rooms. Tetch soon walked onto the scene from the kitchen, drinking milk from the jug and not wearing much of most restaurant's clothing requirements.
A military green undershirt with a very worn neckline told much more of her cleavage than usual, and her bottomless legs only wore a pair of white panties. She came over to the crib and got down on one knee to show her tired face to the white-haired infant looking at her. She had been up a while, as newborns specialized in. Testing how long it would take him to make her smile, she found her answer: not long. She offered up her finger to the child and persuaded him to grip it only after putting her finger into that tiny hand. Again, she smiled.
"It's all hellfire and battlements until you're actually born... then you're not so bad." Wiggling that finger of hers he held onto before aggravatingly massaging the differences she was feeling in her breasts, "? That is, when your other mother actually decides to help out!" The toddler hadn't been deserving of her hellish wrath, so she steered her head more toward the deserving culprit's location: the bedroom.
She'd not wait for a response before giving an asidedly rub to the warm and fuzzy baby clothing on the newborn's chest and storming into the bedchamber she shared with the 'retired' Lilith of Liltu. Coming up beside the bed, she'd first knee into and move the bed slightly to get the attention of the person still sleeping upon it. "Hey. Get your lazy a*s up and help me."
It was a peaceable beach house right on the beach, and its location was as astonishing as its view.
But this had not been why Techichi voiced her approval of the place. More stragetically, which she seldom was, she approved of the site for their privacy and convenience. A very old market was just a woodsy walk away for all their grocery needs, and the population was both microscopic and unchanging. Private and convenient.
If it was one thing that pregnancy taught Tetch, it was that she needed space enough to scream and as few people around her as possible to not physically injure. Lilith was and would always be the one and forever exception to her warning label of extreme lethality. The isolated cottage was quiet and looked it enough, but appearances can be deceiving, as would be in this instance. Though things were calm in the beach house, they were never guaranteed that for very long. Inside the cottage there was no movement or sound except for that of a fidgeting infant from a tiny crib placed more toward the living room than the kitchen, but easily accessible by both rooms. Tetch soon walked onto the scene from the kitchen, drinking milk from the jug and not wearing much of most restaurant's clothing requirements.
A military green undershirt with a very worn neckline told much more of her cleavage than usual, and her bottomless legs only wore a pair of white panties. She came over to the crib and got down on one knee to show her tired face to the white-haired infant looking at her. She had been up a while, as newborns specialized in. Testing how long it would take him to make her smile, she found her answer: not long. She offered up her finger to the child and persuaded him to grip it only after putting her finger into that tiny hand. Again, she smiled.
"It's all hellfire and battlements until you're actually born... then you're not so bad." Wiggling that finger of hers he held onto before aggravatingly massaging the differences she was feeling in her breasts, "? That is, when your other mother actually decides to help out!" The toddler hadn't been deserving of her hellish wrath, so she steered her head more toward the deserving culprit's location: the bedroom.
She'd not wait for a response before giving an asidedly rub to the warm and fuzzy baby clothing on the newborn's chest and storming into the bedchamber she shared with the 'retired' Lilith of Liltu. Coming up beside the bed, she'd first knee into and move the bed slightly to get the attention of the person still sleeping upon it. "Hey. Get your lazy a*s up and help me."