Zelda was in bed, half dozing and half reading, trying her best to concentrate on the pages in front of her. She shifted, a little uncomfortable, and rubbed her back before tucking pillows all around herself to alleviate some of the discomfort.

She was only four months along---was it going to get worse?

Zelda had survived the storm well enough and even the house was fine--just a few branches down here and there. While she was no longer on bed rest, she still did not need to be climbing around on rooftops removing branches and Peter had jumped at the chance to use his powers, so Zelda was...supervising. When she grew tired of sitting outside in ( Read more... )

Zelda had not taken well to bed rest and she was not terribly keen on the idea of leaving her precious bike at the hospital for quite so long, but there was nothing she could do about it, was there? She contemplated getting Daddy or Robert to drive the bike back home, but honestly, they were busy and needed to do things other than cater to her. ( Read more... )

Zelda had slept most of the day after her allergic reaction, but the next morning she awoke bright and early and decided to spend some time down near the ocean. She had laughed at Robert, who immediately moaned in his sleep and clutched at her pillow, searching her out. Silly man. She enjoyed the time to herself, musing that her life had changed ( Read more... )

The flight had worried her and after the landing she and Robert collapsed in the bed, but now it was early morning and Zelda was wide awake. She had watched Robert sleep for a while, gently stroking down his shoulder and back as he slept, but now she rose from the bed and crossed the spacious room to the French doors leading out to the balcony ( Read more... )

Zelda was at home, only taking half days at the hospital now, and she had decided to work on some sewing to entertain herself. She had always hated sewing when she was a child and was horrible at it, but she had developed a knack for embroidery as a woman and now that she was expecting, she was working on any number of adorable things for her new ( Read more... )

Zelda had her first ultrasound today and was horribly nervous. She drove to the hospital and knocked lightly on the door of Diagnostics before going inside and sitting down, waiting patiently while Robert finished up with a few things before crossing behind him and kissing his cheek ( Read more... )

Zelda was surprised when the sun was peeking out as she opened her eyes. Robert always woke her before he went to work for a quick kiss and a moment and he...did not. That was odd, but she shrugged it off and rose from bed. She slipped on a robe and padded out into the kitchen, searching for tea. She gasped when she saw Robert, surprised to see ( Read more... )

Zelda had watched television, obviously, and knew that there were things she simply did not do or comprehend doing that Robert found commonplace. She watched "Showgirls" on one channel or another and was utterly fascinated: this sort of dancing and debauchery was relatively unheard of in Hyrule ( Read more... )

She had gotten the idea from a magazine and made quick work of driving to the hospital. She had to employ one of the nurses, but she was amenable enough when Zelda offered to catch all the blame if anyone found out and even promised to wait until the clinic was not so busy. Ensconced in the exam room, she rolled her miniskirt up so it was even ( Read more... )