[P] Buns in the Oven
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Baelish was in a very, very good mood.

The last two weeks back in the Vale, after the reverie of the ball in Cours des Miracles, was spent getting his affairs in order. He had a mate now, a smile never seemed to leave his face. Zuri, his new bride, and he had decided to ease into their new relationship slowly, and to let nature take its course. However, he was in blissful agony whenever he was apart from her.

So, he had tried to distract himself by organizing and reorganizing his storage room, cleaning his home, and tending to his horse. He loved his little cottage, now at a state that no one could call it dilapidated; it was quaint, comfortable, and perfect for him, and only him. At this point, he was not sure what to do with it – and not sure how to proceed with combining his and Zuri’s households. He had not even tabled the discussion with her either; both of their abodes would do fine for the both of them, but Baelish wanted more than just fine.

With a sigh, he brushed his silver fringe of hair from his eyes and surveyed his store room; on one side, all his trade goods, and on the other, all the things he wanted to keep for his new household. In a way, it was a dowry of sorts, but not one paid to parents, but instead to each other; Baelish hoped Zuri liked the offer.

But there was one item that he had found amongst all his wares that lay in the center of the room, cleaned and wrapped tight, and ready to be carried out. It was a gift for Saga, his sister, who he had just heard through the Vale grapevine, was with child. The object; a woven wicker papoose, which he had come by in one of his many trading ventures.

It was Luperci made, especially designed to contain up to three new born pups, and two pups up to two months of age. He was sure that Saga could make use of it, especially once she was ready to be out and about with her new gremlins, but want to keep them protected and restrained.

And so, Baelish lined this wicker cradle with some soft rabbits furs, and set out to meet his sister, and congratulate her.

His home was nearby, he had chosen its location based solely on its proximity to his sibling, so it was only a few minutes’ walk before her bungalow appeared. He made his way up to her front door, but realized quickly that she was not inside; it was cold, and her scent here was weak; he also did not see any trail made into the snow. So where was she? He could smell her… his ruddy eyes turned to look at the crooked wooden shed just beyond the garden. Ah yes, just like Saga to choose to return to her roots when it came to bearing children.

Baelish approached the shed slowly; she definitely was here, her scent was strong, Saga? It’s Bael. He said, knowing full well that an expecting mother could be a vicious as a viper, and just as likely to strike.


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Her brother's joyful news should have made her equally as happy, but it hadn't. She lay embittered deep in the embrace of the earth, breathing in the warm, stagnant air as she considered all the reasons she had to be furious with how her life was playing out before her. As she exhaled, the new solidness of stomach against the soft dirt floor of the den served as a constant reminder of her sins. Perhaps this was why she was so frightfully jealous of everything her brother had made for himself. She didn't even want a mate, she reminded herself, not really. She couldn't deny that what she did want was the company of the other culprit of his little crime. She wanted him beside her, constantly, wasn't that near enough mateship? It felt as if it was and she had no idea why all of a sudden she was so willing to throw herself into something she knew she would never usually want. Hormones were what she put it down to in the end, it was why she'd retired from daily life for the most part, why she had delegated her work onto other's shoulders. In her mind, her decision could not be trusted while she had these... these things to contend with. The Starkhelm couldn't even bring herself to admit they were children, or soon would be. This was so far from what she had envisioned for herself and her usually sharp mind was struggling to reconcile the two things. She knew deep down that she would eventually learn to manage the two things, she had no choice. Even further down there was the actual longing for small beings she carried, but it would take a significant amount of time until she'd be able to admit that to herself never mind anyone else.

Saga knew that eventually she would be disturbed and she knew that beyond all others it was Baelish that was most likely to do the disturbing. Coiled in the den like a viper, she heard his cautious approach and a dull flame of pleasure filled her now heavy frame, her reputation clearly proceeded her and her happiness would have been more substantial had her brother not pushed his luck. In no mood to talk or be spoken to, about this or any subject, a warning growl sounded out. Verdant eyes remained trained on the speck of light visible from the mouth of the cramped tunnel and her growl was followed by a terse greeted. 'Not now, Baelish.'
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From the dark entrance of her birthing den a low growl emanated, like something from the depths of hell itself. He recoiled slightly, not about to get his face ripped off by a hormonal female, sister or not. She told him to go away, and he could tell in her voice her sadness.

Setting his gift gently into a snowbank, Baelish got down onto his hands and knees, caring little about dirtying his work trousers or the dark wool sweater he wore. He laid down as close as he dared to the entrance to the den, allowing only his head to get near the opening; from inside, she might be able to spy his wet nose, But I have present for you. He said in a singsong voice, some of that jester in him coming out, despite the danger.

After a moment of silence, Baelish scooted even a tad closer, to peer into the darkness to try and glimpse his star speckled sister, Wende mich nicht ab… bitte, Saga. He said softly into the void, hoping that their childhood tongue would help soothe her fury.

Suddenly, Baelish found himself worried for her; she was alone, waiting for new life to burst out of her body; it was the dead of winter and it was cold, and the one who put her into this condition was nowhere to be found. Baelish’s newfound morals on that subject made him immediately despise the man; he made it a point to make his feelings clear if he ever met him. Saga should be in a warm home, cocooned in furs, being treated like a queen and waited on hand and food. It just was not fair, and it was not right.


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From deep within, verdant eyes caught sight of her brother's face, the strong tones of their childhood spilling softly from his mouth. It had the desired effect, the ice around her heart thawed momentarily and by the time she found her resolve to send him skittering away she'd already afforded him clearance but uttering a simple "Gut.". She stood in what little space the den afforded her to stand, the top of her head brushing against the packed dirt ceiling. Every move she made seemed to jolt her lean body and she wondered whether this was her condition making itself known or the result of her suddenly stagnant lifestyle. There was a jitter as what life she carried protested at the sudden movement, it made her sick and she grimaced as she found her footing. Nothing felt natural about this and she made no efforts to leave the den, still so uncertain in herself that she baulked at the idea of being seen in this state. As a compromise, she took a single hesitant step towards the light, finally laying her green orbs on the face of her sibling. Those pumpkin eyes were unnervingly similar to their father's, but they lacked the severity and came with more passion that she was sure her father could ever muster.

"Was willst du?" Saga eventually managed to say, the words having stuck fast in her throat when she had laid eyes on the older D'Angelo.[/html]

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He was glad to see she relented to his kindness, and he heard her stir in her earthen hovel, but she did not come out. Instead she asked what he wanted.

At this he shoved his head through the opening, and laid his chin on the earth in front of her, upside down in an obvious show of submission. They may live in homes and ride horses and cook stew, but they were still wolves. He grinned at her stupidly, and then a pink tongue darted out to appease her, Why don’t you come out, see what I brought. You know it’s not good for the pups to lie in one spot for too long. He didn’t know if that was true, but he figured it might be; any excuse to get her out into the light.

He pulled his head out and sat back and away from the entrance to allow her to exit if she so wished. If not, he would just shove the papoose down into her face, or perhaps place it in the shed above her. He reached for the gift and brushed the snow off of it.

Then, quietly, Ich mache mir Sorgen um dich, hat er dir weh getan? ... Tut es weh? He hoped she would come out, so at least he could see for himself.


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It took further coaxing to get her to leave the burrow altogether, but, eventually, her silver-tongued brother managed it. Gingerly she climbed the gradual slope of the den and moved into the light to face her brother completely. She still languished in the shadows, forepaws positioned in a way that somewhat blocked, at the very least obstructed, her brother's view of a body that the Starkhelm was frankly embarrassed by. There wasn't a great deal much she could do to stop him seeing her though, her lithe, often malnourished frame did nothing to lessen the effect of her swollen stomach which hung heavily below her.

Fuck, she hated it. Verdant eyes seemed to struggled holding council with the fiery pumpkin ones set into her brother's handsome black mask. Ashamed, she kept looking away, trying to find something, anything, to focus her attention on. Saga knew he was worried, though for the life of her she couldn't think why. She wasn't dying, she wasn't crippled, at least not permanently. Had he hurt her? She almost thought to ask who on earth Baelish was talking about before she realised that the 'he' in question was, in fact, Oscar. Saga shook her head, vociferously and yet exhausted. "Nein." He hadn't hurt her. Not physically. The union had not been her first and Oscar had been a lot more caring and less spirited than Brom had even been. Emotionally he hadn't meant to. Saga hadn't even given him the opportunity to hurt her after all. "Er weiß es nicht."

Her stomach rolled again and she grimaced, still unused to the feeling and entirely grossed out by it. "Tut was weh?" she asked distractedly.[/html]

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Finally, she slithered out, and he could tell by her stiff movements she was not happy for it. Saga had always been somewhat reserved, but now it was even more apparent in the way she stood and acted, he could even smell it on her.

Whatever she may have thought of her condition was not an opinion shared by her brother; he noticed the slight rounding of her belly, the plumpness of her teats, and found it just as charming as her typically lithe figure, if not more so. He gave her a kind smile when she appeared, only to be erased when she revealed that the father didn’t know. Baelish bit his tongue, there was obviously a reason behind that decision, but at least he hadn’t hurt her, this pregnancy might just be one of quick passion and not of violence, which is what Baelish had feared.

He was about to hand her the gift when she asked him what it was that he was wondering hurt, Oh, I don’t know, being filled with tiny bodies? I can’t imagine it feels like kisses and tickles in your gut. He grinned, and then, placed the papoose down by her feet, I thought you might like this, for when they come. He hoped now, that she wasn’t offended by this gift; Saga did not seem the glowing mother to be he had been expecting. In fact, she seemed frustrated and angry with this whole ordeal.

Baelish reached back to scratch the back of his neck, You know, I’m not a woman. I’m sure I don’t even begin to understand the idiosyncrasies of pregnancy, but wouldn’t you rather… you know, be indoors? Where it’s warm? He cringed slightly, I have an extra room for you Saga, if you need it. I wouldn’t even bother you either… He hated to see her like this, but he wouldn’t force her to change her plans for motherhood, as bizarre as they may seem to him.


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She was glad the soft smile he gave her slipped off of his face fairly quickly, it saved her the effort of slapping it off of him herself. The trepidation was evident in his face, the outspoken wasp now tongue-tied by his unwillingness to get his throat ripped out by his hormonal sister, and the unwillingness to upset her, she figured. Clarification came to his previous question and the Starkhelm shrugged. Did it hurt? No. Was it uncomfortable? Hell yes. Granted she had no idea how to word this, nothing Baelish would ever experience would come anywhere close to this and trying to find a way to get him to sympathise seemed null. 'I don't like it.' she defaulted on, lacking the energy and motivation to say anything more verbose and sophisticated. The gift, on the other hand, was accepted with a slight nod, 'We'll put it in the house.' There was no need for it now, or for another moon at least, it'd be safer and less susceptible to exposure from the elements. It was a kind gift, thoughtful and useful, but Saga wasn't terrible in the mood for presents.

Steadily, verdant eyes watched her brother attempt to gently suggest that she might, might, be warmer, safer and overall much happier somewhere warm and safe. She snorted derisively, 'No.' The den was safe and while it was not particularly warm Saga knew it was a space she was capable of running. Besides, she wouldn't take up Baelish's offer of sanctuary, he had his own life, demonstrated by his recent life choices. 'You don't want to be dealing with my kids when you're only just settling into your mateship.' It was the first time she'd spoken on the matter since Felix had notified her of the request, Baelish likely didn't even know that Saga herself knew.
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She admitted that it wasn’t pain, but discomfort, that the pregnancy caused her. He supposed that was better, but he still didn’t like the frown set upon her features.

She accepted his gift curtly; he was not offended. He loved Saga more than he was sure she knew, he would do anything for her. He felt even more strongly that way after they had met their mother – he knew how he had been effected, but the bond between mother and daughter should be sacred… he was not sure how damaged Saga had been from the encounter.

Baelish nodded at her suggestion to put the gift in the house, I’ll do so before I leave. He said. Then, at her somewhat vicious mention of his mateship, he grimaced, You know that wouldn’t matter. he said. Family was family; Zuri was part of their family now, as dysfunctional as it was. He was sure she would have absolutely no problem inviting Saga and her brood into their home if that was what was needed. Besides, they didn’t even have a “home” – that was yet to be decided.

Baelish sighed, I’m sorry you’re not feeling well about all this, you know I am here for you. If the father doesn’t want to be in your life, or you don’t want him to be, at least remember you have family here that is more than willing to help. He gave her a soft smile, Can you at least promise me that you’ll call if something happens… if something goes wrong?


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She shut him down quickly with an incredulous glare, 'It absolutely would.' Mismatched ears dipped and raised as she stared into his vibrant orange eyes, their lively colour softened slightly by the current topic. 'I know you have next to no room as it is, never mind with Zuri, me and god knows who else...' One thing she did know was that there was no predicting litter sizes and knowing her luck it would be more than one. Saga didn't know where Zuri had made herself at home, never mind how spacious and safe it was. 'Besides, it's safer here. No sharp things, no debris.' A den was soft and warm, a closed in space where no child could wander away from her sight until they were old enough to scale the thin, steep tunnel. In a home, there were ample places a small child could sequester itself in order to escape its mother. Not to mention the various broken windows, giant splinters and unstable floors. Even if they decided to move into something new together, she doubted whether there would be enough time for her to get properly settled before they arrived. 'I'm staying here.' she summised, glancing back towards the mouth of the cramped earthen den. It would be enough. There was only so much preparing she could do for this based on prior knowledge, everything else would be a case of trial and error, assuming Saga ever agreed to do this again. So far she was thinking no. Absolutely not. But the presence of children often changed a person's mind, so despite the Starkhelm's current protests, only time would tell.

Her heavy shoulders rolled as her brother apologised, as if it was his fault. 'What do you have to be sorry for? It was my own stupidity...' At the very least it seemed she was taking the blame she was holding herself too rather well. Momentarily, it could even be described as a look and an aura of acceptance that had washed over her. But it was gone as quickly and as briefly as it had existed, replaced by that slight, all too familiar look of uncertainty and defensiveness. 'I don't know what he wants. I haven't asked him.' Saga left out mentioning that Oscar was, at this present time, absent from the Shoal. Baelish would most likely see it as "convenient timing" and what should be his honeymoon would be spent hunting down the Morelli dog. 'If anything goes wrong you'll hear it.' she replied, giving him a slightly amused huff. 'Posey says it isn't fun when the time comes...' She looked away sheepishly, not wanting to face the look on her brother's face, she doubted the idea of his baby sister being in such pain would be at all palatable.
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He listened to her in silence, not wanting to interrupt now that she was opening up. Despite the venom in her voice, he supposed her not wanting to intrude on him and Zuri was a choice made out of love and not spite. Plus she did make a good point about safety – even if it was underground, her den was most likely the safest place her pups could be. He nodded when she vehemently stated she was staying put.

Then, she made mention that it was her own stupidity that got her into this state, and he figured that may be one of the reasons the father was not around; Saga had always been one to take all the burden upon herself, even if others were responsible. Baelish bit his tongue, as much as he wanted to chide her, that he believed the sire should take responsibility for his brood, in some way. Saga had made her decision, she was the mother, the pups were in her womb… it as her decision to make.

She huffed that he would know if something went wrong, and that Posey was there to tend to her. He could see the uncertainty on her face before she looked away into the darkness as she mentioned that when the time came it would be difficult. Baelish let out a soft whine, You’ll be alright. You’re strong. Then, not knowing what else to say, and not wanting to bother her any longer, he righted himself and pulled away from the opening.

I’ll go put the basket in your home. He said, and then sat there for a moment, Ich liebe dich, schwester. He said gently, and then stood to leave.


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