The honeymoon would be over soon and Felicity wasn't looking forward to returning to school. She would never admit it but she was paranoid about the looks she was getting. She told herself what they said didn't matter but sometimes there were cracks. The stares weren't the stares that she wanted. The stares of people in awe of her talent and her looks and her smarts. Now she would get stares because of the baby. But it was easy to forget about school right now.
She lay tangled in sheets, slumbering peacefully but she was starting to stir into consciousness. Her sleep was peaceful for the most part, but she was on the cusp of her third trimester. Her mother had sent her a rather business-like letter to warn her that during that month, the baby's magic potental would kick in and she would need to be prepared for that. Up until now, the pregnancy had been mostly human. That would change.
But she would think about that later. Right now she picked up the faint scent of . . . something sweet. Raspberry, perhaps? Her eyes fluttered open and her vision focused on Galad's face. It was a sight she was starting to become accustomed to seeing first thing in the morning. It wasn't a bad thing to see either. He was looking at her and she smiled softly, though her eyes were still heavylidden from sleep beginning to relinquish its hold on her.
"I smell—" she started and then glanced in the direction of the aroma and saw the breakfast waiting for her. She had been lying on her side, so she propped herself up and get into a sitting position. Her stomach made the effort a little more work than usual. Her hair was obnoxiously perfect considering she just woke up.
She smiled and took a danish into her hand, tearing a piece of the soft bread off and biting into it. Felicity looked at him, "I'm contemplating seeing if elves can use magic to stop time. I'd like another two months here at the very least." She was exaggerating, of course. Felicity was anxious about going back to school for some reasons, but she was looking forward to being busy again. She felt much more industrious when she was working on something.