Hestia Jones can charm the pants off of you. (hastyhestia) wrote in wished,
Hestia reached forward, her palm resting on Verity's shoulder. It was this moment exactly that the older, motherly instinct kicked in. If there was anything that Hestia understood, it was the fear that was probably creeping through Verity at that moment. This wasn't something that was cureable, it wasn't a sickness.
Pregnancies didn't go away - not for nine months - and with them came something that no book or other person could prepare you for.
She sighed.
"I wish I could," she said. "The good news is that you're incredibly healthy. And really, you're at an age where you'll be able to handle it all very well physically."