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It did not escape her notice.
Aslan was very aware of Airey's disgust. She had felt similarly once, back when Angelo had been an unwanted parasite growing and squirming within her body, taking her energy and giving nothing back. But the twins had been her choice, and though the emotions they brought were as uncomfortable to endure as birth itself to her, she knew now that the reward of having them in her life would be worth it all.
for the same was true, thousand times over, with Angelo.
Idly, Aslan placed her palm on her protruding belly. A defensive pose against Airey's discomforted gaze. She moved, her hips shifting as a pain- gaseous in nature, she assumed- rattled past her lower back. "Yes." the notice. the mist. she had been thinking of it for days now, enough so that the mist was in her dreams swirling and calling. Aslan felt a connection that she did not like, and yet. Her features shifted, from quiet contemplation to something like unimpressed.
"The.. baby." She finished for him, her fingers drumming on the surface of her stomach. Aslan watched Airey. She searched the lines of his face, the beginnings of age in his hair and around his eyes.
She ignored his question. "something there is calling me." she said, her voice empty of feeling. Aslan was about to explain, to issue the warning digging away in her heart- but there was a pressure building up, and building up and before the former Gryffindor could properly connect this feeling with anything- color, memory, or even pain-
her water broke.
soaking through her robes and onto Airey's chair.
Aslan had the decency to look mildly perturbed.
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