Rowan pulls out a chair and sits next to Star. She looks at Stars pale face and then to Erik and back again. “Whats wrong? Arent you feeling well? You are as white as a sheet...”
Star shakes her head, “I'm all right, just really tired. The baby moves so much..”
“Have you eaten today?” Rowan is concerned, the wan face and dark eyes arent like Star, who is usually the picture of health.
“Yes, not much though. I'm not very hungry.”
“Taking your vitamins?”
Star nods and wrinkles up her nose. “Yes, Erik makes me, and if he doesnt, Tannr does.”
“Good men...” Rowan runs a hand over the girls forehead, brushing back the silver-blonde strands. Then she rests her hand gently on Stars belly, feeling the baby push against her hand as if telling her to go away. Baby is active, she doesnt feel like she has a fever...
Smiling, she says, “He is moving a lot. Maybe he will arrive earlier than what I thought at first...”
Star sighs, “I hope so...”
Erik looks a bit panicked at the thought and Rowan starts to laugh, “Need a whiskey Erik? Now you are looking a little pale.”
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