There were always reasons to speak and always reasons to be silent. Then there were times when Hushed was all that counted.
For three months it was silence. Something had told her soon after things had changed again. Very soon after, too soon to share any sort of news. For the villan that lay in the shadows for them or simple backstabbers that stood in the same room light with them it would have been a welcome news. Jenai was with her first child.
She ran her hand over the smoothness of her stomach as she watched Jean Luc stalk something in the compond's nightime yard. There was no telling with the Moore cat, she just hoped it was not the monkey having pulled its last hit and run on one of it's less then willing playmates.
Jenai had told no others. None other then Brian yet. She had waited this long to make sure nothing went ... wrong. Why worry him until she had to? Slowly and privately she would tell only their closets of friends and family. It would explain her wish not to be around as much and excuse, maybe, her anti-social stance.
It was far from the truth... she missed them all dearly! She had been going thru some extreem sick spells and wanted nothing to give it away before she had to. But now, sooner or later they would know. Slowly, privately. One at a time.
Issy, how would she take the news? With a good what the hell face she was sure. Just the thought made Jen chuckle out loud. Poor Eddie... she had enough on her plate with her Nightmares! But if she didn't tell Eddie... she would be hurt perhaps?
She ran over the list of her dearest and sweetest friends as she walked back in the house. Who would be upset if she didn't tell? Who would treat her like a freak made of Crystal like she would break at one scrap, one fight? Granted the timing wasn't perfect.. and her lover was a Ravenlock... and she stopped taking her medication... what did she expect. She snickered like a crazy cat lady. You have to becareful how close you put your toothbrush to theirs less you have a bun on slow bake.
Bun... cinnamon ... cinnamonbun...
Jenai headed downstairs to the kitchen.
For three months it was silence. Something had told her soon after things had changed again. Very soon after, too soon to share any sort of news. For the villan that lay in the shadows for them or simple backstabbers that stood in the same room light with them it would have been a welcome news. Jenai was with her first child.
She ran her hand over the smoothness of her stomach as she watched Jean Luc stalk something in the compond's nightime yard. There was no telling with the Moore cat, she just hoped it was not the monkey having pulled its last hit and run on one of it's less then willing playmates.
Jenai had told no others. None other then Brian yet. She had waited this long to make sure nothing went ... wrong. Why worry him until she had to? Slowly and privately she would tell only their closets of friends and family. It would explain her wish not to be around as much and excuse, maybe, her anti-social stance.
It was far from the truth... she missed them all dearly! She had been going thru some extreem sick spells and wanted nothing to give it away before she had to. But now, sooner or later they would know. Slowly, privately. One at a time.
Issy, how would she take the news? With a good what the hell face she was sure. Just the thought made Jen chuckle out loud. Poor Eddie... she had enough on her plate with her Nightmares! But if she didn't tell Eddie... she would be hurt perhaps?
She ran over the list of her dearest and sweetest friends as she walked back in the house. Who would be upset if she didn't tell? Who would treat her like a freak made of Crystal like she would break at one scrap, one fight? Granted the timing wasn't perfect.. and her lover was a Ravenlock... and she stopped taking her medication... what did she expect. She snickered like a crazy cat lady. You have to becareful how close you put your toothbrush to theirs less you have a bun on slow bake.
Bun... cinnamon ... cinnamonbun...
Jenai headed downstairs to the kitchen.