Post by Princess Sarafina of Conté on Apr 8, 2008 16:24:32 GMT -5
Sarafina awoke to a terrible churning in her stomach. The contents thereof were dangerously close to expelling themselves from her abdomen. She lay in bed, not moving, taking deeps breaths, trying to calm her stomach down. Just then, Buckley, beside her, shifted his position, shaking the bed slightly. But that was all it took to push her already aching abdomen over the edge. Now seriously nauseated, the young princess threw the sheets and blankets back from her body and haphazardly onto the bed beside her. Her husband stirred slightly beside her, again, but did not wake. The bed creaked softly as she swung her legs off the bed and stood, her eyes slowly getting accustomed to the dark. However, because she knew her rooms rather well, she did not need perfect vision to find her way quickly to the privy.
After heaving up her stomach contents, she breathed heavily and laid her head to rest against the cool stone of the privy walls. A few moments later, she moved to the wash basin and scrubbed at her face and neck, the cool water feeling awfully nice on her flushed cheeks. She also took a mouthful of water and swished it around her mouth, careful not to swallow any of it, and spit it out into the chamber pot, attempting to rid herself of the foul taste in her mouth. Her feeble attempt was to no avail.
A bit wobbly, she walked out of the privy and to a window, opening it with white, shaky hands. Once it was open, she leaned her head and shoulders out the window just enough to feel a cool breeze play across her face. Still breathing deeply, she closed her eyes and let her body calm down. Her long dark hair was tied back in a loose braid, but many strands had come loose and were now dancing gaily in the spring breeze. Her hands rested on the windowsill, stabling her upper body, which was hanging partly out of the window.
Sarafina opened her blue eyes, and looked out over the buildings and courtyards of her castle, appreciating their beauty in the night. Her eyes wandered up towards the night sky, twinkling down at her with innumerable stars. The moon was not fully there that night, but still shed much light on the ground below. She was careful, however, not to look straight down, as she was fairly high off the ground and her sensitive stomach did not need any more encouragement. But soon, as she let the breeze wash over her, she felt herself feeling better.
Behind her, the bed creaked again, but Sarafina thought nothing of it, assuming it was just Buckley shifting around into a more comfortable position. A few moments later, she could feel the floorboards behind her sinking with the weight of another person. So he hadn’t gone back to sleep. Suddenly, she could feel hands slip around her waist and lips at her ear, softly grazing her skin as they moved with words. “Isn’t it a bit early to be up?” Buckley asked. No doubt he had heard her vomit, and then watched her from the bed. She smiled softly, leaning back into her husband, her head and shoulders now back inside their sleeping quarters.
“Mhmm, probably” she mumbled, too tired to think of something smart to say. Through the thin fabric of her shift, she could feel Buckley move his hands from her waist and to her abdomen, his brown eyes peering over her shoulder curiously at it.
“I still can’t fathom how a person could live in such a small space! Wouldn’t it be awfully uncomfortable?” he asked, not for the first time, his eyes wide and goofy grin on his face.
“I imagine after a time it does get quite cramped in there, but the baby is also very small, love,” she replied, “Besides, if it’s all the babe has ever known, what difference does it make to them?” she finished, leaning her head back onto his shoulder, the warmth from his bare skin comforting. Withdrawing her hands from the windowsill, she placed them atop her husbands, her slender fingers slipping smoothly into the empty spaces between his splayed fingers. Gingerly, he kissed her neck through her hair, then rested his head on hers, staring out of the open window as she had been doing moments before.
She stared down at her stomach as well, relaxing into the protective comfort of her husbands strong arms, letting out a small sigh of contentment. “Can you believe that we’re going to be parents?” she inquired with a tone of mixed wonder and giddiness. Surprisingly to Sarafina, that brought a chuckle from Buckley, his torso shaking with the noise.
“Honestly? Yes, I can believe it,” he said, softly, because his lips were so close to her ear. “It’s hard to imagine though, having a little one around,” he continued, and then went on about how much work it would probably be, but they would have many nursemaids to do most of the dirty work, that they would have to think more about the choices the made because they might effect their child, things like that. Honestly, Buckley could be so tactless at times.
Sarafina was tired, feeling ill, and slightly irritated that Buckley did not realize this. She just wanted him to just hold her and kiss her softly, tell her that everything was going to be great and life with a baby would be much better and fulfilling than the life they had now. But instead he wanted to talk about all the troubles and new problems that came with having a baby.
His words stirred Sarafina’s mind, bringing up many questions, worries, and fears. Was she ready to have a baby? To care and nurture it throughout all it’s life, not just as an infant but also as a toddler, child, a teen. Did she have the skills it took to rear a child well, teach them important life skills and make them good people? Would she have the time, or patience, with all her other duties as a princess, wife, and ruler of Port Caynn to do anything at all? In the back of her mind Sara knew that Buckley had not been trying to upset her or even worry her with his words, but was merely talking about their baby. It was sweet, how he seemed to think this talk might comfort her. Sighing ever so slightly, she made her agitated nerves relax.
Finally having enough of that sort of talk, she turned around, Buckley’s hands sliding across her body until his arms were encircling her, stood on her toes, and kissed him tenderly on the lips. “Enough talk,” she whispered, letting her feet fall back to the floor, then continued, “It’s late, and we both need rest.” Even in the dark, she could see her husband nod agreeably.
“Go back to bed then, sweet. I’ll close the window,” he said, ushering her along with a kiss on her head and a gentle pat on her back. Even though closing the window was not a big thing, Sarafina felt grateful that he had done it for her. She made her way back to their bed, and settled herself in the now cool sheets and blankets on her bed. Only a few seconds later she heard the shuffle of Buckley’s feet across the floor, the rustling of him settling into bed. He scooted himself closer to her, one arm snaking under her and around her waist, while the other draped itself across her waist. “Good night, love,” he whispered in her ear, kissing the skin of her neck once before quickly falling asleep. And with those words and the feel of his lips against her skin fresh in her memory, the princess fell asleep as well.
((Augh, I didn't really realize how cheesy it was until I went back and read it but I've spent all day writing it so I might as well post it. My apologies.))
After heaving up her stomach contents, she breathed heavily and laid her head to rest against the cool stone of the privy walls. A few moments later, she moved to the wash basin and scrubbed at her face and neck, the cool water feeling awfully nice on her flushed cheeks. She also took a mouthful of water and swished it around her mouth, careful not to swallow any of it, and spit it out into the chamber pot, attempting to rid herself of the foul taste in her mouth. Her feeble attempt was to no avail.
A bit wobbly, she walked out of the privy and to a window, opening it with white, shaky hands. Once it was open, she leaned her head and shoulders out the window just enough to feel a cool breeze play across her face. Still breathing deeply, she closed her eyes and let her body calm down. Her long dark hair was tied back in a loose braid, but many strands had come loose and were now dancing gaily in the spring breeze. Her hands rested on the windowsill, stabling her upper body, which was hanging partly out of the window.
Sarafina opened her blue eyes, and looked out over the buildings and courtyards of her castle, appreciating their beauty in the night. Her eyes wandered up towards the night sky, twinkling down at her with innumerable stars. The moon was not fully there that night, but still shed much light on the ground below. She was careful, however, not to look straight down, as she was fairly high off the ground and her sensitive stomach did not need any more encouragement. But soon, as she let the breeze wash over her, she felt herself feeling better.
Behind her, the bed creaked again, but Sarafina thought nothing of it, assuming it was just Buckley shifting around into a more comfortable position. A few moments later, she could feel the floorboards behind her sinking with the weight of another person. So he hadn’t gone back to sleep. Suddenly, she could feel hands slip around her waist and lips at her ear, softly grazing her skin as they moved with words. “Isn’t it a bit early to be up?” Buckley asked. No doubt he had heard her vomit, and then watched her from the bed. She smiled softly, leaning back into her husband, her head and shoulders now back inside their sleeping quarters.
“Mhmm, probably” she mumbled, too tired to think of something smart to say. Through the thin fabric of her shift, she could feel Buckley move his hands from her waist and to her abdomen, his brown eyes peering over her shoulder curiously at it.
“I still can’t fathom how a person could live in such a small space! Wouldn’t it be awfully uncomfortable?” he asked, not for the first time, his eyes wide and goofy grin on his face.
“I imagine after a time it does get quite cramped in there, but the baby is also very small, love,” she replied, “Besides, if it’s all the babe has ever known, what difference does it make to them?” she finished, leaning her head back onto his shoulder, the warmth from his bare skin comforting. Withdrawing her hands from the windowsill, she placed them atop her husbands, her slender fingers slipping smoothly into the empty spaces between his splayed fingers. Gingerly, he kissed her neck through her hair, then rested his head on hers, staring out of the open window as she had been doing moments before.
She stared down at her stomach as well, relaxing into the protective comfort of her husbands strong arms, letting out a small sigh of contentment. “Can you believe that we’re going to be parents?” she inquired with a tone of mixed wonder and giddiness. Surprisingly to Sarafina, that brought a chuckle from Buckley, his torso shaking with the noise.
“Honestly? Yes, I can believe it,” he said, softly, because his lips were so close to her ear. “It’s hard to imagine though, having a little one around,” he continued, and then went on about how much work it would probably be, but they would have many nursemaids to do most of the dirty work, that they would have to think more about the choices the made because they might effect their child, things like that. Honestly, Buckley could be so tactless at times.
Sarafina was tired, feeling ill, and slightly irritated that Buckley did not realize this. She just wanted him to just hold her and kiss her softly, tell her that everything was going to be great and life with a baby would be much better and fulfilling than the life they had now. But instead he wanted to talk about all the troubles and new problems that came with having a baby.
His words stirred Sarafina’s mind, bringing up many questions, worries, and fears. Was she ready to have a baby? To care and nurture it throughout all it’s life, not just as an infant but also as a toddler, child, a teen. Did she have the skills it took to rear a child well, teach them important life skills and make them good people? Would she have the time, or patience, with all her other duties as a princess, wife, and ruler of Port Caynn to do anything at all? In the back of her mind Sara knew that Buckley had not been trying to upset her or even worry her with his words, but was merely talking about their baby. It was sweet, how he seemed to think this talk might comfort her. Sighing ever so slightly, she made her agitated nerves relax.
Finally having enough of that sort of talk, she turned around, Buckley’s hands sliding across her body until his arms were encircling her, stood on her toes, and kissed him tenderly on the lips. “Enough talk,” she whispered, letting her feet fall back to the floor, then continued, “It’s late, and we both need rest.” Even in the dark, she could see her husband nod agreeably.
“Go back to bed then, sweet. I’ll close the window,” he said, ushering her along with a kiss on her head and a gentle pat on her back. Even though closing the window was not a big thing, Sarafina felt grateful that he had done it for her. She made her way back to their bed, and settled herself in the now cool sheets and blankets on her bed. Only a few seconds later she heard the shuffle of Buckley’s feet across the floor, the rustling of him settling into bed. He scooted himself closer to her, one arm snaking under her and around her waist, while the other draped itself across her waist. “Good night, love,” he whispered in her ear, kissing the skin of her neck once before quickly falling asleep. And with those words and the feel of his lips against her skin fresh in her memory, the princess fell asleep as well.
((Augh, I didn't really realize how cheesy it was until I went back and read it but I've spent all day writing it so I might as well post it. My apologies.))