Barty-Morgan OOM

[witchy_rebel]

Morgan's been worried - a twisting, unpleasant worry that she isn't used to. Worry about her unborn son had always been sharp and immediate, but this was...different. A worry tinged with jealousy, if she could soul-search. But it's hard to soul-search when your mind is fractured, so Morgan just worries and listens for Barty's steps in the hallway

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[bartyjr]

Barty is sitting on the edge of the bed when he hears Morgan stir.

He hasn't been awake for long. He was confused when he woke, but now he remembers - he needed to sleep, and she made him - and he does feel better for it.

[witchy_rebel]

The slender girl shifts, slowly sitting up and reaching out for him in the dark.

Softly, gently,

"Barty-love?"

[bartyjr]

"Morgana," he whispers, and feels for her, touching her side, then her back, then embracing her.

"My love."

And how he does love her.

[witchy_rebel]

Some part of her wants to raise her eyebrows at that, then smile and laugh, with a toss of her head...

But she doesn't.

She's just woken up and...well, she's worried about him.

"Hey, Barty..." Morgan says softly, hugging him back. "Get some sleep, I hope?"