Mabon swept the floor of the loft, then drew water and started scrubbing. The wood planks gleamed in the filtered light of Darnassus. She pushed the dresser, using her back, to the opposite wall. Standing back to look at the results, she decided that it looked better back where it was, and so she pushed it back again. Mabon moved the table and chairs closer to the front of the loft, and then back again. She couldn’t figure out how to arrange the furniture for the best place for the crib.
Sighing, she sat down for a snack, but merely nibbled. Instead of being ravenously hungry as she had been since she first discovered she was with child, she could barely eat. Her back hurt, but she couldn’t stop cleaning. The dragons had been unusually quiet for several days. The priestess had said everything was normal; it was just that the babies were getting ready. Mabon was more than ready. She waddled everywhere, and rarely wore shoes at it was too difficult to get them on.
To complicate things, Jorach Ravenholdt had summoned her up to see him. She had made the journey, carefully, letting Nimbus walk most of the way. He wanted her to retrieve a bag from a furlbog shaman up in Azshara. Mabon agreed, but said it would have to wait until after the babies were born. He was not pleased, but it was obvious she could not make the journey as she was. So, she had returned home, and started cleaning.
She looked around and admired her handiwork. There was finally a space for the crib on the back wall, and the entire loft was spotlessly clean. But Mabon herself was now filthy. She bathed, and put on the new dress she had found. It was snug, but still fit. As she was brushing her hair, Kelandros came home.
“Hello, love. I’ve missed you.” He came up behind her and kissed her neck.
She turned to face him, they both laughed when they found they could no longer reach each other around her belly. He moved around to her side and embraced her again. “It won’t be long now, will it?” He leaned his head down, breathing in the scent of her hair, kissing her neck again. He groaned softly, pulling her closer to him. “You are so beautiful, May.”
She wrapped her arms around him, knowing this would be one of the last times they would be alone together in this loft. She closed her eyes, enjoying his touch, and let herself melt into his arms.
