Silvano beamed as his mate grew excited to see the food he had put before her. But it fell flat the moment she took a single piece and swallowed, suddenly offering him the meal. His forehead furrowed as he looked down at the food. Was it not to her taste? Did she not like the potatoes? Did he screw up royal when he was making her the food? He thought it had tasted good, from the slice or two he had taken from each. His unaccustomed palette had been a bit surprised at the taste and texture, though it had been a sweet thing as it dropped into his stomach. It sat well, heavy as it was, and he knew that Giselle needed heavy food to keep her strength up. Babes were not easy to carry and she could not starve herself. "Is something wrong with it?" he asked, a hint of worry in his words.
Her smile disappeared and Silvano felt his heart's beat pick up as he looked at her with worry. She looked away from him and he wondered what was wrong. He almost reached over to touch her white belly covered by cloth but refrained from it. He knew women in their weeks of pregnancy were touchy and could be very hormonal, with mood swings that sent them every which way. He was not too afraid of Giselle but he didn't want to stress her out or upset her, so he kept a careful stance with her, though his love overflowed. They would be parents and he could hardly believe it.
Silvano looked surprised for a moment, then looked in the direction his mate gazed in. She was afraid, and she should be. There was no one to talk to about it, except the other women of the Court but it was not easy when they were not close. "I am too, Giselle," he said softly, turning his emerald gaze back on the ivory woman. "But I know that everything will be okay," added the mottled male, reaching to take a petite hand into his. "What are you afraid of?"
Photo taken by Luana. Table style inspired by Kitty.
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