Re: Log: Seven/Hels/Marta
Marta had worked her way back upstairs for her journal and her phone after the ice cream crisis had been discovered, and it had just been easier to sit on the bed than to go back downstairs. And maybe she should have started moving sooner when Seven had told her that he'd be back home in only five minutes, but she'd stayed in bed with Devi instead. Whose ears perked up when the door opened, and who jumped off the bed at the sound of voices that Marta could only hear the barest murmur of. She belatedly remembered that she'd been talking to Hels too, and cursed softly under her breath at her own pregnancy brain forgetfulness.
Devi was already up and off the bed by the time Marta even started to move, and she could hear the jingle of dogtags as a solid 4-legged body made its way downstairs to greet both 'dad' and guest. She also heard Seven call out, smiling a little just at the sound of his voice. "Hang on!" Her eyes were still a little red from crying, still a little stuffed up, but she was also about six times the size she felt she should be, so a little weepiness wasn't top on her list of things to worry about. At least not at that moment. Maybe in another three or four - who knew.
Getting off the bed was a monumental task in itself, taking an age and a half before her legs were swung over the side and she could push herself (belly first) up to her feet, fist planted firmly at the small of her back to try to counter-act the soreness there. Phone tucked in the pocket of her hoodie, she shuffled out of the bedroom in her giant slippers and made her way to the top of the stairs. "Hey..."