Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2014 4:50:56 GMT -5
She felt huge. There was little that Clover could do these days. Sure she could walk but getting out of bed? She had to roll. Getting off the bar stool? She needed help. Go to the toilet? Yeah thanks, about seventy times a bloody day. It was fair to say that pregnancy was not one of the more fulfilling things to do in life but at the end of it she would have her son or daughter and she would love him or her so very, very much.
Playing about with a pen, sat against her desk, Clover was getting ready to send Cal an owl. She'd understand if he didn't want anything to do with their child but so far was so good. He was handling it a lot better than he could have and he'd not even really had that many outbursts. She also suspected that he hadn't hit her because she was pregnant. She did kind of miss the hitting, but once the baby was born and they had some alone time, they could get up to their old tricks once more, or maybe a few weeks after the baby was born, she didn't know what kind of a mess she'd be in down there.
Finishing off her letter she got a little excited with the pen and dropped it on the floor. She leant her head back and groaned in frustration. Picking things up off the floor had become a near impossible task and she still had a few more weeks of pregnancy to go. Her due date was looming closer and closer and she still hadn't thought of a name she liked for the kid. She supposed she and Cal could talk about it once the baby was born.
Standing up from her chair she knelt on the floor. If she leant over she got dizzy and if she bent blindly she had a good chance of completely missing the pen and having to strain her knees while her hand felt around for what was on the floor. Her best bet was always kneeling with something nearby to pick herself up with, thankfully she had the chair at the desk.
Grabbing the pen and then grabbing herself up she decided the letter could wait, after all her owl was out late and hadn't returned from its night hunting, that left Clover really with only one option - a walk around the village.
Clover wrapped herself up even though she felt hot despite the freezing cold temperatures and made sure her bump and back were completely covered. She headed down the stairs, out of the pub with a wave to the landlord and into the streets. It was about 9am and shops had only just opened up. It was the weekend and Clover took a seat on a bench, looking up the street and then down it, trying to decide just exactly where she wanted to go, it would be busy by 10 and even busier just before lunch so she figured it was best to be back in the bar by that point.
Playing about with a pen, sat against her desk, Clover was getting ready to send Cal an owl. She'd understand if he didn't want anything to do with their child but so far was so good. He was handling it a lot better than he could have and he'd not even really had that many outbursts. She also suspected that he hadn't hit her because she was pregnant. She did kind of miss the hitting, but once the baby was born and they had some alone time, they could get up to their old tricks once more, or maybe a few weeks after the baby was born, she didn't know what kind of a mess she'd be in down there.
Finishing off her letter she got a little excited with the pen and dropped it on the floor. She leant her head back and groaned in frustration. Picking things up off the floor had become a near impossible task and she still had a few more weeks of pregnancy to go. Her due date was looming closer and closer and she still hadn't thought of a name she liked for the kid. She supposed she and Cal could talk about it once the baby was born.
Standing up from her chair she knelt on the floor. If she leant over she got dizzy and if she bent blindly she had a good chance of completely missing the pen and having to strain her knees while her hand felt around for what was on the floor. Her best bet was always kneeling with something nearby to pick herself up with, thankfully she had the chair at the desk.
Grabbing the pen and then grabbing herself up she decided the letter could wait, after all her owl was out late and hadn't returned from its night hunting, that left Clover really with only one option - a walk around the village.
Clover wrapped herself up even though she felt hot despite the freezing cold temperatures and made sure her bump and back were completely covered. She headed down the stairs, out of the pub with a wave to the landlord and into the streets. It was about 9am and shops had only just opened up. It was the weekend and Clover took a seat on a bench, looking up the street and then down it, trying to decide just exactly where she wanted to go, it would be busy by 10 and even busier just before lunch so she figured it was best to be back in the bar by that point.
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