Baby Movement

Writers: Heather, Miriah
Date Posted: 6th October 2014

Characters: Jeyme, D'hol
Description: Jeyme feels the baby move for the first time
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 9, day 7 of Turn 7

Jeyme

D'hol

Jeyme could do little more than chew on her bottom lip as she tugged
futilely on the bottom of her tunic to try and make it cover the
ever-growing swell of her stomach. Tugging the tunic back over her
head she tossed it down into the pile of tunics she had tried on that
morning. Nothing fit. It felt as if over night she had gone from her
clothes being just slightly snug to having outgrown them completely.
Atleast some of her breeches were stretchy and she could just readjust
the way she laced them.

Finally Jeyme swung open D'hol's side of the wardrobe and tugged out
one of his tunics, a dark grey, cinched it with a sash, rolled the
sleeves up to her elbows, and left. Swinging by the Dining Caverns
she picked up her and D'hol's lunch and then headed to his office.
When she peeked in it was fortunately empty except for the Wingleader.

"Don't laugh." She warned before she walked in and set the basket of
food on his desk.

He looked up and blinked, eyes flicking over her. He recognized the
shirt immediately and his lips trembled as he attempted not to smile
and failed, but there was appreciation in his gaze. "Why would I
laugh?" One brow arched. "I've never minded you wearing my shirts."
His gaze flicked over her. Normally when she wore them, however, there
usually weren't any trousers beneath.

"I can't fit into my clothes." She said in a tiny voice, barely
suppressing a pout as she opened the basket and began fishing food
out.

D'hol's smile widened slightly. "Well, when we're in our weyr, you can
go with out them. I don't mind."

The suggestion at least lightened her mood, making her laugh as she
looked up at her weyrmate, "Duly noted. That still leaves the issue of
what I am to wear out in public." Which meant maternity clothes, and
the thought of maternity clothes made her wrinkle her nose. Maternity
clothes looked so.... matronly.

"Hm." He scratched his chin in thought. "Just ask for more shirts my
size from the weavers, I suppose, if that's what you're comfortable
in."

"You don't think I look silly in them?" She asked, liking the idea already.

"If I did, I wouldn't have suggested it." He pointed out with a slight
smirk twisting his lips. D'hol's eyes flicked over her with
speculation. "No, I think you look rather fetching."

Jeyme opened her mouth to thank her weyrmate for the compliment but in
a flash her body went rigid, her eyes widening, one hand reaching
hurriedly for her abdomen. "D'hol." She gasped softly, "He moved."

D'hol's brows shot up and he rose immediately, walking around the desk
to stare down at Jeyme's abdomen. "He did?" D'hol laid his hand on the
rounded swell of her stomach, brows deeply furrowed as his fingers
splayed wide. "Where?"

Well, that was hard to describe, especially since it was the first
time she had ever felt it.. him... her... the baby. It had been an odd
flutter, but distinct and hard to miss. Licking her lips in
concentration, she put her hand over D'hol's and guided it to the
right side of her stomach, "It was here." She said, speaking softly as
she held incredibly still. After a long pause the flutter came again,
and she smiled up at D'hol, "Did you feel that?"

He frowned, pressing his hand a little more firmly against her
stomach. He shook his head. "No, but I envy that you can. He must not
be big enough yet for me to feel him."

As D'hol spoke another flutter erupted, and Jeyme cocked her head to
the side, "Hey, say something again." She said with the flutters had
stilled.

One brow quirked. "What exactly am I supposed to say?" He looked down
at her stomach and then back up at her. "And why?"

When the flutter erupted again a smile broke across Jeyme's face and
she gave a soft, giddy laugh, "He knows your voice! When you talk he
moves... sort of."

His face lit up. "Really?" A smile flashed across his face as he
looked down at the swell of her abdomen. "That's right. He knows his
father."

Aside from the on-again off-again morning sickness that she had
endured throughout her pregnancy so far, Jeyme could honestly say that
carrying a baby inside of her had been the most wondrous thing she
had ever experienced.

}:Hey.:{ Quinneth butted in.

**Besides you, of course, dear one.** Jeyme ammended with a little grin.

Satisfied that she had not been forgotten, Quinneth curled back up,
the tip of her tail draped over her snout.

"I can't wait until you can feel him too."

D'hol bent to brush his lips over hers and pull her against him in an
embrace. "I will eventually. Right now, I'm just pleased he's healthy
and growing."

Jeyme melded against the bronzerider with a happy sigh, "Me too."

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