"I assumed everybody already knew." That logical, muffling, cute-butted jerk. So yeah, she'd explained away her non-participation in the derby season this summer as wanting to spend more time with Faolan and bond with the kids. She never missed a derby season - that was, unless she was pregnant. But she doubted anyone would hold her omission of details against her.
"Extra?" she raised her eyes up to look above her to the top of the human T they were forming. No one needed extra waffles... especially not their hyper trio of tots. Her stomach growled, and it made her feel good to know that maybe breakfast was an option.
"I have a new theory."
Oh boy. She grinned, ready to indulge him.
"I don't think it's a recurring dream. I think I'm walking right over into your head every night." She squeezed his hand back, gently, and raised her eyebrows in consideration that what he was saying could easily be true.
"I think we talk every night, I think I charm you all over again while we sleep... and I think I fall in love with you again while the stars shine. It's the only way to explain how much more I love you every morning."
Zelda broke out in goosebumps and felt her already-active insides flutter with butterflies. Her knees were weak, and she would've been in trouble if she hadn't already been lounging. When he adjusted and placed his hand on her belly, she was grinning. "Well stop it," she grumbled, with mock-annoyance. "It must be all that midnight charm that keeps getting us in this situation." She touched her nose to Charles' when he bent to kiss her head, and she squeezed his hand that was on her belly. "I'm..." her eyes lowered, with faux-timidity, "so, so sorry that I wake you..." Zap pouted, then used her free, right hand to bring a pillow to the back of Charles' head. Whomp!
"No; no no-" she shook her head; Athena would try to take over mothership and Faolan would be using the baby in some stunt. She gave a big sigh and shook the idea from her mind, because Charles was already ushering her out of the bed. A slow, satisfied grin formed on her face and she closed her eyes before hoisting herself up. She looked over her shoulder at her husband and quirked an eyebrow. "I'm a really good alarm clock, huh?" He was such a filthy animal sometimes; the things he held onto in his mind.
She moved to go find the robe she'd been wearing the night before (it was simply on the chair nearby; mommy!brain) and the wet her lips before looking back at Mr. X. "I was dreaming of that balcony too, y'know, before..." she'd gotten up. "I think you're projecting. Or nosing. Either way, I don't hate the idea." Getting to spend his sleeping hours with her very in-demand spouse was a dream in itself. "Do you want to meet me someplace tonight?" She raised her eyebrows suggestively and leaned in the doorway for a moment until he'd caught up.