"So I've heard," said Victoire with a small smile that looked more like a grimace. "I was hoping it would be a quick labour, but it doesn't look like it's going to be. I'll have to dress her in embarrassing outfits and take pictures as revenge, I suppose."
Another smile, this time more genuine. All Victoire ever wanted was for her family to be proud of her - and to love her the way she loved them. "I'm doing fine because I haven't had to push out an eight pound baby yet. I suspect when that part comes, I'll be a little less fine." Truthfully, she was usually very calm. It took a lot to ruffle her feathers, but the circumstances surrounding the past week and a half had brought out the insecure, terrified, babbling worst in her. Labour though...she'd planned for this. She knew what to expect, if not when or how exactly to expect it. It was a known quantity she'd anticipated, and that helped her nerves greatly despite how scared she otherwise was.