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Post by Greenie on Jan 17, 2010 19:57:28 GMT -5
"Here's to hoping.." Vessatha agreed again. She was sorely tempted to ask who the other possible father could be, but was refraining for her own good. Donnie had yet to ask, mention, or otherwise make fun of her for the Pale debacle; she had no way of knowing if the wolverine merely hadn't found out yet, or if she was being nice and keeping her mouth shut. Either way, she was going to keep the nice treaty of silence they had going and not ask about Donnie's bedding adventures. Damn her innate gossip, though..
The ferret nodded in agreement. "Exactly what I meant. If you get the information, you at least have it, and that might make you feel better just in itself." She paused, then gave Donnie a straight look. "Donnie, you know if you produce a child you can't handle, we will take care of it for you, yes? If you end up with a boy - or something that's obviously not Raina's - I'll take it if necessary, and put it with my litter." She shrugged, looking down at her own distended belly. "They'll be about the same age that the kids would never know the difference until they're older. The Court would know, obviously... but the kid wouldn't, and that's what would matter." The ferret looked back up at her, her eyebrows risen. She rather doubted Donnie would ever need to take her up on the offer - Vessatha felt Donnie was quite capable of loving any child she birthed, whether she doubted herself or not - but having it out on the table was likely to make the wolverine feel better.
"If you do decide to go the magical route, though, promise me you won't try to do it yourself? Have Mia search for someone capable of doing it without harming you or the other babies, please?" She crossed her legs, waiting for an answer. Donnie wasn't going to do something stupid on purpose, she knew, but she knew first hand that pregnancy made for some dumb decisions.
Vessatha grimaced. "I sympathize with her completely. At least I'm never likely to have children with wings... if you don't count Chiari's bizarre fairy mutation. I still don't know what he did to himself to get that."
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 17, 2010 22:21:11 GMT -5
Donnie hadn't known that, actually. At all. It was one thing turning your children over to maids for daily care, but it was another to presume that those close to you might take their rearing out of your hands entirely so that you didn't have to deal with their... problems. Issues. Maleness. In especially close proximity. The thought of giving birth to something male that required diapers, that would need to be changed, made her slightly queasy.
"Well, Vessie, thank you for that. I... hadn't expected anything of the sort, honestly. Thank you. Hopefully we won't have to deal with any of that and they can simply be your children's playmates instead. If it's not Raina's, I'll be fine. So will the children themselves. Honestly, they would have more chance of being girls in that case. But if a boy turns up, we'll have to see. I won't do anything stupid to myself while I'm pregnant, or to them. Hopefully. Let's cross our fingers, right?" Absently, she rubbed a hand over the unnoticeable shape of her stomach before letting it drop to her thigh.
"I'm going to put it out there right now that Raina doesn't know yet. I'll tell her soon, but she's still in the Yarrow and I only just found out myself for sure. Quite seriously, only just. Please don't mention anything before I get a chance." She would hopefully tell her over tea the next morning when she returned with that wonderful blend.
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Post by Greenie on Jan 17, 2010 22:56:37 GMT -5
She simply nodded, never having been one to accept anything more than simple "thank you" well. The ferret never quite knew what to say to people, even ones who she considered close friends. "I have to say, I'm glad they'll have playmates this time around. Locking them up in an apartment all day.. well, that was nothing short of dreadful." With other children to be around and lose energy with, hopefully they'd be easier to manage.
Vessatha snickered, but quickly caught it and stopped it with a cough. "I won't mention anything. I can only imagine how horribly that conversation would go, anyhow, so I'll avoid it, thanks." She paused again, and wondered if now was the time to ask something that had been on her mind for a while. It was obvious, at least to her, that Donnie was not attached to Raina in quite the same manner that Raina was to her, but now with Raina nearly her King and father of her children (well, hopefully) it complicated things horribly.
She knew it was none of her business, personally, but at the same time didn't particularly want to be cleaning up the aftermath of a messy break-up and end up indirectly in charge of Raina while the two cleaned the situation up. The thought made her cringe. It was best to ask now, and get it over with. "I know this is a bit of a touchy subject, but I have a feeling I'm going to need the answer somewhere down the line.. so what exactly are your plans for the muffin? Are you planning on keeping her the muffin, or is she going to simply be Raina, your King anytime soon?" The ferret asked carefully, not wanting to hit any touchy spots with her tone.
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 19, 2010 9:20:23 GMT -5
"I can only imagine. My energy levels would have sent me through a window if I'd been stuck in an apartment all day." Donnie herself had benefited from having lots of other children around. She'd attended a Villa public school, been part of the whole student crowd while she grew up, and lived among a sea of cousins for a month each year in the Yarrow. It pleased her to know that her own daughters... children... whatever... would likewise have playmates in the Court. They wouldn't be part of a school setting here, but if there were enough of them then a communal tutor could be arranged for all the children to approximate something of the sort. They really would be close in ages.
The next question startled her. She hadn't expected to be asked anything of the sort. But she supposed she could see why the ferret asked, being raised in Kahmden. They had a strong bent towards monogamy in that region, didn't they? Permanent, stable pairings. So different from the Capital and some other realms.
"Well... I don't plan on revoking her muffin status anytime soon. What we've got is pretty casual right now. A Queen-King sort of thing, more friendly than passionate. I'm not in love with her, but I don't mind raising children with her."
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Post by Greenie on Jan 19, 2010 13:53:15 GMT -5
Vessatha nodded with a grimace. Some days she hadn't been sure who she wanted out the window - herself, or the kids. The children had certainly been frustrating with all of their pent-up energy and their tendencies to get into trouble, but half the time she'd been more frustrated with herself for not being able to calm them down. Perhaps if Quinn had been around more back then... but that was in the past. These children may not see any more of their second parent, but they would have a whole host of Court-people around to dote on them, which would at least help make up for what they would lack.
The ferret felt bad for asking such an awkward question, but nodded in response. "Okay. Sorry to make you uncomfortable.." She dropped off, looking more uncomfortable than Donnie probably felt. Suits knew she hated when people asked about her and Quinn - she couldn't define it herself, so never knew how to explain it to anyone else. She just needed to stay away from relationship questions; they were never anything she really wanted to talk about anyways.
A sharp kick pushed her out of her thoughts, and she glared down at her now unresponsive stomach. "I swear, these infants are much stronger than the last ones. They certainly hurt more.." She rubbed her aching ribs, wishing she could somehow sedate the one that kept kicking her. The damn thing had soccer feet.
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 23, 2010 10:17:56 GMT -5
Donnie shrugged slightly. "Not so much uncomfortable as surprised," she admitted. "While I'd like someone to settle down with for good, I know and she knows that the muffin isn't that someone. I just hadn't realized you were concerned. I'll do my best to keep everything from ending in a fiery ball of destruction, though." And she was only half-joking when she said it. One of those breakups was enough to last a woman a lifetime.
She glanced down at the bump of fur and raised an eyebrow. Obviously she couldn't see anything herself, but she wasn't really looking forward to internal bruising from small kicks in a few months. Maybe they'd be cute if they were light? But wolverines didn't kick light. Even baby ones. Her mother had mentioned before how glad she was to lay eggs, with Donnie's baby paws the size they'd been.
"Maybe they wouldn't attack so often if they didn't feel threatened?" she asked with a trace of amusement marring the straight face she tried to keep.
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Post by Greenie on Jan 29, 2010 10:31:15 GMT -5
Vessie half-laughed, then smiled slightly. "I'd appreciate it. Fiery balls of destruction are awfully hard to get out of the carpet." She quipped, still wishing she hadn't brought it up. Ah, such was the nature of second-guessing one self..
As Donnie glanced downward upon herself, Vessie's eyes traveled in the same direction. She would definitely concede that Donnie had it worse off - wolverines and eagles no doubt kicked harder than ferrets and otters. They were bigger in that belly, too..
The ferret scowled slightly up at her Queen. "Threatened? I'm feeding and sheltering the damn things, they should be grateful." She stated with a slight snarl, wishing such small animals were capable of such an emotion. It was too much work to teach them how much they owed her for these damn nine months.
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 31, 2010 15:53:59 GMT -5
Always a joke, even when she didn't look especially happy about making it. Vessie as her King really did suit her. More so than Mia. He worked better autonomously. A very capable male, for all of his strangeness.
Donnie paused - and then laughed at the comment. It would probably earn her a glare, but damn, that one was funny. "About as grateful as we are for the blessed miracle of their creation and birth?" she inquired with an evil smirk. "Oh, wait. It seems about equal."
But all laughing aside, having both of them pregnant at the same time would make for a very awkward and overworked staff near the end of the pregnancies. "Putting the tendencies of children aside for a moment... I'm glad that you're far enough ahead of me. After three months, do you think you'll be trying to get back into the swing of things? Enough so that I'll be able to take a month or two myself? Or is that too soon?"
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Post by Greenie on Feb 9, 2010 23:35:27 GMT -5
The ferret gave her Queen a disgusted look for the cackling. Donnie would find her pain and suffering horribly entertaining. It was very like the wolverine. Just you wait, Donnie's children were going to be horribly complicated and hers were going to be normal, and then who would have the last laugh? Vessie, that's who. "Hm, yes, something like that. A curse upon me and mine and all that. Another eighteen years, oh suits. Why did I get pregnant, again?" She pinched the bridge of her nose, wishing she could go back and undo whichever coitus that had been... if only she could remember.
Vessatha paused and mentally calculated how far Donnie would be along after she gave birth, and then fast-forwarded three months or so. "Unless I have complications, yes. I'm not predicting anything will go wrong--" She paused, and knocked on Donnie's desk, "--but that should be enough. My body likes this pregnancy more than my mind does, so it should bounce back quicker than my sanity."
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Post by The Jenn on Feb 12, 2010 8:21:00 GMT -5
Donnie carefully avoided voicing the thought that she was grateful her own children would have kids their age to play with. It wouldn't go over well, under the circumstances. She didn't need a hoard infesting her palace as seemed to be the case with the palace of Hearts at the moment, but two litters? Socialization with kids their own age would be good for them, she was sure, since they wouldn't be able to go to any region's public school. Tutors would be good academically, but not socially.
She would have to ship them off to the Yarrow every few months to visit with their family. There would be hordes of second cousins and everything else for them to interact with, not to mention doting (or otherwise) great-aunts.
"I'm glad for your body's cooperation, then. If anything happens, I know we'll be able to manage. Don't feel stressed about that. There are always strings we can pull. I'm not exactly planning on having other litters, though, so I want to try and give these guys a good start." Unless she fell deeply in love with 'Miss Right' someday in the future and felt the uncompromising tug of baby-rabies, she didn't want more. One litter seemed like more than enough for a ruling Queen to handle while still juggling the responsibilities of the Court. She had no idea how the Queen of Hearts was currently managing the raging tide of children she'd apparently birthed and sired. Hearts were always different, though.
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