Who: Saint Patrick, Jacob Grimm, and Clio What: Pampering the muse When: Sunday afternoon Where: Clio's
It hadn't exactly been planned, but when Patrick arrived at Clio's house to bring her some goodies and company, and he happened upon Jacob Grimm leaping out of his car to catch Patrick's attention, Patrick wasn't all that surprised. "Hello, Jack," Patrick smiled. "Heading in to see Clio?"
"I brought her flowers," Jacob said with a sly smile. "I thought she deserved them." He reached into the car and pulled them out. "Nice to see you!"
"You too," Patrick said as they wandered up to the door together. Patrick knocked and Jacob leaned against the wall.
It was one of those times she wished she could open the door with some form of magic. The last month of pregnancy was always the hardest, and most of the time she wanted to sit and never get up again.
But when she heard the knock she knew she had to get up. With a grumble she rose and opened the door, smiling to Patrick, then spotting Jacob. "Hi you two. I ought to give you both keys." She trusted them, and Jacob would need to get better access to the baby anyway. "Come on in." Smiling she went back to her seat to sit back down.
"Love the baby, would still like to evict her."
Patrick gave her a sympathetic look while Jacob looked worried. "She'll evict herself eventually, but I am guessing not soon enough," Patrick said softly. "But I brought you a bag of things from the bakery. Some are cream doughnuts and some are surprises!"
Jacob chuckled and he held out the flowers. "I just brought you these." He reached out to give her a hand. "Keys sound like a good idea, by the way. I could get you one for our place too." And then he would take care not to fuck Wil in the library any more.
She took the hand, mostly because she needed it. She smiled to the two when she got herself comfortable and took the offered gifts, "thank you both."
She chuckled then, "and still a whole month, if she isn't late. Hyakinthos was over due by two weeks. Or I miscounted, wasn't much of a calender then." She nodded, "I'd like that. I don't want you to miss anything. So how are you both?"
Patrick sat across from her, letting Jacob sit beside her. "Two weeks?!" Patrick said, looking horrified. The whole pregnancy thing kind of freaked him out anyway. But having someone inside you for two weeks longer than necessary seemed like torture. "Yikes."
Jacob just shook his head. "I think what he means by that is we're fine. How have you been, besides uncomfortable?"
Laughing she leaned against Jacob, "it was. She shrugged, "but we'll see what happens now. Modern medicine has gone forward quite a lot." She smiled, "not too bad, reminding students Ancient Aliens is not to be taken seriously. Relaxing best I can and working out maternity leave."
"Could be worse, all in all."
Jacob laughed deeply at Clio's mention of Ancient Aliens. "Oh my word, but they will believe most anything that is put in front of them, won't they?" he said with a sigh.
"Says the man who literally wrote the book on fairy tales," Patrick added with a delicious grin.
"Oi, you!" Jacob said, but he was laughing.
This was familiar, and this was home. Her fellow Muses were the closest siblings she had, but they were girls. She'd never had that with many brothers, so she took it when she found it. "Hey biased vote for the fairy tales here." She smiled up to Jacob, "besides they aren't being blamed on Aliens. Yet."
Smirking she shifted so she was comfortable, setting her hands on her stomach, "one of them blamed Olympus on Aliens, and while it would explain my father I'm going with no."
"And it's a damn good thing," Jacob nodded sagely. "Aliens had nothing to do with folklore."
Patrick just giggled, because aliens were funny. "They blamed Olympus on- What a weird and random thing," He said with a shake of his head. "Did they think all of the Greek Pantheon was from planet...Greece, out beyond our solar system?"
"Just you wait my dear, they'll get there." she didn't get the mortals fascination with otherworldy beings. That and she kept expecting to see one on the streets, lost and confused. Mortal belief was tricky.
"I turned it off so who knows, and oh they blamed the Ark on Aliens. I swear they are this close to blaming Jesus on Aliens and then I will laugh," she smirked to Patrick, "with all respect, but I'll still laugh. Now who can I convince to make me tea? I seriously cannot get up right now so Jacob you're stuck."
"Oh, I'd laugh too," Patrick assured Clio. "It would mean my boyfriend had an alien for a cousin. Hell, they already turned Jesus white, why not green. I'll get the tea, I'm British and Jacob is occupied!"
Jacob chuckled as Patrick toddled off. "I am not stuck in an unpleasant way. He's a very unique man, isn't he? Patrick, not Jesus. Though I would assume he is also unique."
She looked up at Patrick, "careful Saint, any closer to Aliens and we will be related." She winked to him." She sighed, "yeah. Mortals are funny. Look at me and my sisters. We're all pretty white. That's history sometimes. It's very re-writable."
"You're my leaning seat, and you're comfy. Besides she's quiet when you're around." She patted her stomach, "bladder kicking is only fun for so long. And yes, he is. Patrick, not Jesus. Never met the latter. John's lucky." She smiled up to Jacob, "but you're unique too Grimm. It's family, in an odd sort of way."
"I am glad to be said leaning seat," Jacob said with a grin. "And I admit to being unique, though I am glad I don't look like a leprechaun." When Clio mentioned family, he smiled gently and leaned in to kiss her hair. "I feel the same way."
"DO YOU WANT SUGAR?!" Patrick bellowed from the kitchen.
"Good, because you'll be stuck with me for a while. At least sort of." She chuckled, "I wanted to change something for him physically. I just don't have that anymore. We all have quirks I gather."
She rolled her eyes at the yell, "I can hear you and no thank you. Just some milk."
"I think his look matches his personality anyway," Jacob said with a smile and then he winced as Patrick yelled. "My goodness he has a holler on him."
Patrick trotted back into the living room with Clio's tea as she had asked for it. "Here you are!"
Laughing she took the tea when Patrick came back, "thank you. We were talking about you and how unique you are." Smiling she made herself sit up so she wouldn't get tea all over Jacob. "And how very glad I am that I met you both. I don't know what I would have done without you."
"You're not wrong there," Patrick replied to her calling him unique. Then she went on to say incredibly sweet things and Patrick blushed ferociously. "I don't know what I would have done either," he said, ducking his head as he sat down.
"Well let us all be grateful we never have to know," Jacob added with a broad smile.