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Pandora Montgomery (pandacharms) wrote in vrrpg,

The Wedding
As was her wont, she wore little in the way of make up or glamours. A little more than perhaps usual, but still not all that much, things considered. She did, for the first time in a while, cover up her faded Mark with a specially charmed bracelet that sparkled prettily on her wrist. Her dress had been chosen not only for the style she favored but that would accomadate her expansive pregnancy, for the twins were growing and quickly. Her dark hair was lustrous, and styled simply, though instead of a veil she had some small flowers woven amid the styling, and some heather.

It was a pity that, like most days, she woke up feeling physically miserable, the pregnancy ever taking its toll on her hard worn, scarred body from the very beginning. Her health likely would never be great, from spell damage and physical hurts she’d suffered, though she was not, pregnancy aside, chronically ill. She looked forward to the point at which she would deliver the twins, for her constant companion, nausea, would finally recede.

The Braxton-Hicks contractions plagued her strongly enough ever since the sibling dinner, though after that she rarely complained about them, having gotten the hang of suffering through the stronger ones, and she had, for a wonder, listened to her sister and Alicia when they said to take it easy when she could, though she also kept busy in order to keep from going insane. She woke up to that steel band of pain in her lower back and hard on her abdomen, and so she breathed, bore it, and then prepared for the day of her wedding.

Even she was satisfied when she’d dressed and readied herself, her eyes bright and excited to finally be marrying the one man she’d ever loved. If her body felt miserable, her heart did not. Not even when she lost her breakfast (not an unusual occurrence) or kept rubbing regularly on her stomach, trying to calm the twins within her. For the preparatory false contractions seemed unusually strong and steady, something she didn’t wholly take in as she prepared at a steady pace. She was a woman much used to pain and discomfort. She thought nothing of it.

Until she stood, just before they were to go out for the ceremony, and a small rush of water left her grasping her skirt in alarm. She had not wet herself thusfar in her pregnancy, unless you counted just a smidge when she sneezed a couple of times, for she’d followed Alicia and Persephone’s advice on exercises to prevent it all religiously. So this wasn’t that. Her eyes were round and alarmed as they flew to Persephone’s and Nora’s, for they were the ones getting her ready and would go out with her to where she’d meet Philip, who would escort her down the aisle. Not to give her away, precisely, but for the sake of tradition, and standing in for the man she wished were there but who was not.

“I am not,” she declared, jaw tightening as she realized it was her water that had just broken, and that she’d been in labor at least part of the day without recognizing it, “missing my wedding unless it’s absolutely necessary. I have waited too long, and I am going to be married before I deliver them, I swear it.”