Celebrate (rp for rein_it_in)

[thehorseman]

Laine's requests for ways to celebrate her birthday had been simple. A day without having to fool with anything in the kitchen. A nap in the middle of the bed free from both dogs and her husband, nothing but her body pillow and some peace and quiet. It really didn't take much to make his wild woman happy

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[rein_it_in]

Up? No, she wasn't up but then she wasn't quite asleep either.

Laine had taken an almost childish glee in the ability to close the door to the master bedroom that afternoon and block out the sounds of every and anything going on in the house. She ignored Harvard's whining at the door until the dog found someone else to annoy and she refused to go investigate when the tell tale smells of someone cooking something began to waft upstairs. This afternoon she was doing nothing

[thehorseman]

The dogs trailed into the kitchen and immediately tried to scare up a snack, Harvard by his usual expedient of snuffling around on the floor and Brigit by the more direct method of sitting pretty at his feet and giving him a puppy-hopeful look. After feeding them each a small bit of trimming from the roast he'd cut up for the stew, Anraí sent a wordless inquiry to Brigit about what she'd learned on her last bout of sentry duty outside the bedroom door. The pup confirmed that she'd heard Laine's voice; she seemed to be awake.

Anraí immediately headed upstairs to find out if such was still the case. He couldn't simply peek in without risking a canine invasion of Laine's nap, so he slipped inside and closed the door on them. Harvard's disgruntled sound filtered through the door.

Turning toward the bed, he found Laine looking back at him. His dimples bracketed his smile as he crossed the room and bent to give his wife a kiss. "Supper's ready whenever you are, a chroi."

[rein_it_in]

Laine returned his kiss and sat up somewhat, still turned on her left side and propped up against the headboard with a pile of pillows. "What if I don't want to get up yet?" She was smiling as she made her inquiry, only playing at being difficult. She was hungry but it was also warm and comfortable where she was at the moment, "Your baby ain't lettin' me sleep much."

And that was offered with a more serious pout. She wasn't necessarily unhappy but if Laine were being honest, the further along she was, the less comfortable sleeping became. Back aches, lessened lung capacity, being stuck sleeping either sitting up on her side (or some odd combination of the two positions) and the baby's constant movement all meant that she wasn't sleeping soundly or for long--birthday wishes or no. "You're havin' the next one."

She held her hands out to him, wanting help to get up from the bed, it was easier to let him pull her than it was for her to try and wobble her way to her feet again.

[thehorseman]

Anraí clasped her hands, but didn't tug his wife to her feet just yet. "Would you be more comfortable up here?" he asked solicitously. "I could bring up a tray." Her day, her way after all.