Logs:Baby Bump
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| RL Date: 21 August, 2014 |
| Who: H'vier, Tayte, Tahvra |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: H'vier finds the door open, and then another surprise behind it. |
| Where: Tayte's Room, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 4, Month 8, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated. |
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| After the money talk, Tayte went back to her usual avoidance of H'vier. Perhaps it could be chalked up to trying to get over him easily enough. Only, that it's more than that may soon be evident when, after four more weeks have passed, Tayte's door is unlocked, and cracked open when H'vier arrives to drop off Tahvra, already asleep on his shoulder. She's been extra clingy the last month, her baby babblings including the phrase, "Mama can't," when she nestles against her father's chest and neck. The slightly ajar door might easily be cause for alarm given previous situations, but pushing it open soon enough says there's nothing out of place. Though Tayte herself is unfailing about locking the door when she's in or out, others aren't quite so attentive and there have been more others in and out these days. Within, everything is quiet, and dim, but from the hearth whose fires crackle as though fairly freshly stoked and the partially open glow, Tayte can be seen curled on the bed, fast asleep. She didn't bother to cover herself, though she did grab pillows at some point to wedge between knees, tuck around her back and even her front, making a little nest for herself. It would mean nothing to someone who hadn't slept beside her for many many nights both when Tayte was with child and when she was not. But to H'vier... the gentle swell of Tayte's belly under the snug shirt just confirms what all the signs point to. The door being ajar is cause for some concern, but the sleeping child draped against him keeps H'vier from moving faster through said door and through the vintner's quarters than he'd really like. He looks for Yvalia first, but not finding her doesn't immediately alarm him. She's often away with her 'father'. His slow-paced, quiet search includes looking for any people that shouldn't be here, ending with the bronzerider focusing on Tayte herself. And finally doing that? That gives him pause. He doesn't try to wake her right away, instead moving to put Tahvra in bed before coming back to stare down at his former almost-weyrmate with his arms folded over his chest, expression pensive. Finally, H'vier leans over to touch Tayte's arm, rubbing it just enough to try waking her gently. The problem with having been in a relationship of a significant length and being woken by that person is that it's not until the brain is fully awake that it registres as not right. First, Tayte's lips are pulling into a sleepy, adoring sort of smile. And then a shift and stretch has her rediscovering her pillow nest and her mind startling the rest of the way awake, pushing herself up to an awkward half-sitting position to stare wide-eyed up at him. For a moment, she has no words. H'vier draws his hand away as soon as Tayte starts to rouse and he holds it up amiably. He comes in peace! For now. "The door was open," he makes a point of saying first. "Is Yvalia out?" He doesn't say anything about the state of Tayte's belly just yet, but he can't quite keep himself from looking at it again as he crouches down beside the bed. Maybe it's an attempt to be as nonthreatening as possible. Tayte's eyes go to the door as if drawn by his words, then back to the bronzerider. "Yes," of Yvalia; it's probably habit that doesn't have her saying where, though with K'del is the good guess. "Tahvra?" is her question as she pulls pillows and shifts into a seated position the rest of the way, reaching up to her hair - the hair that never made it into her bedtime braids but is still loose and now gently mussed by the apparently unexpected nap. She can't be unaware of his attention to her midsection as she looks down at him, but she doesn't offer up explanation just yet. "She's in bed." He glances up to Tayte's face when he says that. But then his attention drops back down to her belly. H'vier is looking pensive again, brows furrowed. There are probably a lot of questions he's not asking right now. Isn't his restraint admirable? His mouth opens, he draws in a breath like he might finally say something. But then he sighs it out again and he's looking at her face once more, all of his silent questions on his own. This isn't how she'd planned this. Eventually, she knew it had to be done, but now she hesitates, looking at his face. Tayte swallows hard and forces herself to look away, to her hands in her lap and probably silently reminds herself two important facts: he doesn't want to weyrmate her and it's for the best. All of it. After a shaky breath that might as easily be accounted to the nerves of the whole situation, she says without a quaver in her voice. "It's not yours. It's-- the man I was seeing. His. I broke things off with him though. I wasn't ready. But this-- well." This had already happened, the story goes. "That's why I gave up my knot. And stopped bar tending. I've already had spotting, and the healer says modified bed rest if I want to keep it." Now she looks to him, because this isn't a lie, "I can't lose another, Havi. I won't." As though she had so much say in it. She really probably might as well stop talking after the first thing she says because it's difficult to tell if H'vier is still listening after that point. His gaze drops to her belly, brows still furrowed. And when she's done talking, whether he heard any of it or not, he's rising up to his feet and turning away. His arms cross over his chest again, but one hand lifts to scratch through his beard as he turns back to look at her from his new and improved distance away. He doesn't say anything. That's probably comforting! Or not. Tayte watches, bravely, and she lets herself have one moment of weakness, a tear sneaking out only to be snatched away by a finger while his back is turned. She has to work to meet his gaze when he turns back, but she manages. "Thank you for bringing Tavi back. I have some aunties from the caverns helping me as I'm to be on modified bed rest..." She trails off, swallows hard, then finishes, "She must have been careless with the door." She probably doesn't know what to say, so she fills the silence. More words he may or may not be hearing. H'vier nods all the same, but when he finally speaks, it's only to ask, "What's his name?" "What does it matter?" Tayte winces as she asks. "He's not in my life now and won't be again. I wasn't ready. He's not interested in being a family." All of that's true, of course... Well, except for the non-existent 'he.' He continues nodding for a while longer, but he's not looking at Tayte anymore. H'vier's jaw has gone tense in a way that's probably unpleasantly familiar to the blonde, but he keeps his distance so she, at least, is in no immediate danger. "I need to go," he says abruptly with one last glance at her belly before the bronzerider is turning toward the door. She doesn't speak again. She just watches him go. She's silent and staring at the door he left through until Vali appears through it. "What's wrong, Mama?" The girl sees the expression before Tayte has a chance to hide it, going to her mother's side. Tayte's smile is a little forced as she leans to kiss the gorl's temple and smooth her hair reassuringly. "Nothing, darling. Have a good time tonight?" A nod has her smiling more genuinely, "Go get ready for bed and I will come tuck you in." She looks to the door once more when her daughter is out of sight. She sighs heavily and then moves to get out of the bed. |
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