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[tinderhearted]

[After all is said and done, they settle. While Berkut is no emperor (and she, no empress), they find happiness in the little things. Her hand ghosts over her middle before she clasps her left wrist to still nervous hands. This, she hopes, will be a bigger source of joy for her beloved.

She waits for him with folded hands, knowing better than to upset his routine. He is a busy man; surely, he would prefer to absorb the news she has to share at his own leisure. As for herself, time seems to pass slowly and all too fast at once. At the first sign of approach, she starts.]

Oh!

[fallenscion]

[It wasn’t long before most of Valentia knew that Berkut and his wife were expecting their first child. Well wishes flew in from those far and wide. Berkut also made certain that there was always someone nearby keeping watch on the mother to be whenever he wasn’t around. A little overprotective, but he couldn’t help it in the precarious position his wife was in, responsible for their child for several moons until they are fit and able to live in the outside world.

On his days off, he usually liked to sleep in. A small vice he can take now that there’s no longer a war occurring. Especially after Rinea’s announcement. This time it was a little different as he woke up to an empty bed in their private quarters and could spot Rinea standing in their washroom a few feet away. How odd.]

Rinea.. what are you doing?

[fallenscion]

[Some more time had passed by and Berkut felt like a fool for ever worrying. Their child was growing and now everyone around them could see Rinea’s swollen middle as her body adjusted to accommodate their child. Anytime they were together, Berkut always put his hand down there to protect and to see if he could feel them. He had grown jealous that Rinea was feeling their little one squirm and move while he couldn’t.

But the prince had other matters to concern himself with. He personally took on the duty to construct a crib, not trusting anyone else with the job. Only the best for his kid. Unfortunately this meant it took far longer than if he had commissioned one to be mad. After finally finishing up part of the work inside the nursery, he sighed and stood up, getting in a good stretch. He forbade Rinea from working on anything in her delicate condition, but she usually couldn’t help but check on him.]

[tinderhearted]

[Tomorrow comes, but Rinea makes no haste to find her lord husband. He is a busy man, after all. Only once the time is right does she seek him out with both hands, tingling from the familiar warmth of nerves, laid over her middle.]

Berkut, my lord. Are you busy?