*And.. and tell him that I miss him.* Avery repeated for the third time as he listed the things he wanted Storm to write in their letter to Ewan. *And to say hi to grandma for me, and..*
The quill paused, and Storm just watched his requests roll off his fingers and gestures. Where he learned to ramble she was not sure, ?I think your father will do all those things and more, little one. Now go and get ready for bed.? At his pleading look, she tickled the quill?s softness against his cheek, ?Shall I tell your father that you are being stubborn as well??
*No!* He laughed silently before bounding down the hall to get ready for slumber. Chuckling softly, Storm wiggled in her chair before dipping the quill into the ink. It was not obvious to anyone except her, but her pants were no longer comfortable. It was not yet time to toss them aside, but the slightest changes of her adapting body made favored clothing irritating.
Her response to Ewan?s letter was very simple. Storm had taken several days to stay inside and adjust back to RhyDin. While her morning sickness was little in Yransea, it came back in full force upon her return home. It was under control now, if even that could be said. The only news she had for her far off husband was the meeting with the Guardians and the midwife within the next upcoming days. Signing her name and folding it with care, she stood to check on Avery?s progress.
?Ready, little one?? She peaked her head into his room, and was more than pleased to see him changed, washed, and already in bed. She sat on the side of his bed, and brushed away a few blond strands that covered his forehead.
*Tell me a story, mom.*
?I do not know many stories that can be properly told from memory.? This was true as she continued the gentle stroking motion. Storm was never a good storyteller.
*Then make one up.*
She was about to object, before her hand paused in its motion. What story did she know better than her own? ?All right, how about we make up a story? We have to have a Prince in the story. What shall his name be??
Surprised that Storm was going to make up a story, Avery?s tired eyes widened, *Rupert. Prince Rupert.? Rupert being the name of one of his several toys.
?Prince Rupert it is then. We need someone magical, perhaps a nymph? What shall we call her??
Avery relaxed his head onto his pillow, *Sage.*
She watched his eyes grow heavy, and she gently smiled, ?Now, Prince Rupert and the King have beautiful kingdom named?? but when Avery did not fill in the break, she continued on, ?Anyra. And every day the Prince Rupert would walk through the great forest and break his fast among the trees. He went and sat by the same tree at the same time come rain or shine.?
When she noticed the slow rise and fall of Avery?s breathing, she leaned down and kissed his forehead with a whisper, ?Sweet dreams.?
The quill paused, and Storm just watched his requests roll off his fingers and gestures. Where he learned to ramble she was not sure, ?I think your father will do all those things and more, little one. Now go and get ready for bed.? At his pleading look, she tickled the quill?s softness against his cheek, ?Shall I tell your father that you are being stubborn as well??
*No!* He laughed silently before bounding down the hall to get ready for slumber. Chuckling softly, Storm wiggled in her chair before dipping the quill into the ink. It was not obvious to anyone except her, but her pants were no longer comfortable. It was not yet time to toss them aside, but the slightest changes of her adapting body made favored clothing irritating.
Her response to Ewan?s letter was very simple. Storm had taken several days to stay inside and adjust back to RhyDin. While her morning sickness was little in Yransea, it came back in full force upon her return home. It was under control now, if even that could be said. The only news she had for her far off husband was the meeting with the Guardians and the midwife within the next upcoming days. Signing her name and folding it with care, she stood to check on Avery?s progress.
?Ready, little one?? She peaked her head into his room, and was more than pleased to see him changed, washed, and already in bed. She sat on the side of his bed, and brushed away a few blond strands that covered his forehead.
*Tell me a story, mom.*
?I do not know many stories that can be properly told from memory.? This was true as she continued the gentle stroking motion. Storm was never a good storyteller.
*Then make one up.*
She was about to object, before her hand paused in its motion. What story did she know better than her own? ?All right, how about we make up a story? We have to have a Prince in the story. What shall his name be??
Surprised that Storm was going to make up a story, Avery?s tired eyes widened, *Rupert. Prince Rupert.? Rupert being the name of one of his several toys.
?Prince Rupert it is then. We need someone magical, perhaps a nymph? What shall we call her??
Avery relaxed his head onto his pillow, *Sage.*
She watched his eyes grow heavy, and she gently smiled, ?Now, Prince Rupert and the King have beautiful kingdom named?? but when Avery did not fill in the break, she continued on, ?Anyra. And every day the Prince Rupert would walk through the great forest and break his fast among the trees. He went and sat by the same tree at the same time come rain or shine.?
When she noticed the slow rise and fall of Avery?s breathing, she leaned down and kissed his forehead with a whisper, ?Sweet dreams.?