Mera is napping, and Star joined her a little while ago. This pregnancy is taking a heavy toll on her…. I ghost into the bedroom and stand there, just watching her sleep.
Rowan thinks she should have an ultrasound… but how to convince her? She can be damned stubborn when she wants to…. I lose myself watching her sleep, the rise and fall of her breast, the peace in her face… and I can't bring myself to wake her, not yet….
I move to the bedside, lean over and kiss her cheek.
"Surprise."
She turns my face to hers and the kiss becomes something else, something more primitive… It's a constant amazement to me how my sometimes too-timid bride can become a wildcat in bed - and it's clear we're headed that direction now.
Ah well…. c'est la vie…!
After the fireworks, I broach the subject of the ultrasound. I emphasize that this is for the baby's safety as well as hers; I point out that Rowan is the expert here; I bring up everything I can think of to support the idea… and I watch Star close her mind. The only commitment I can get is "I'll think about it.".
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