The girls can tell there's something wrong with their Supreme, but no one wants to ask, nor will they. They think maybe it's the fact that Fiona has just died, or that Myrtle was burned at the stake for the second time, or even the fact that her late husband was a trader and a liar, but no one is going to ask which it is. That is, expect for one witch in particular, Misty Day.
Misty Day is the only witch who has noticed the signs. She is the only one to wake up early enough to see the Supreme throw up her breakfast almost every morning. She is the only one who has noticed that the Supreme's clothing has gotten bigger. She is the only one who has noticed the Supreme has started eating more. She is the only one who has noticed that the Supreme is pregnant.
She knows the signs all too well. At the swamp she was the one to take care of the animals and who they all come to when they were expecting. When she lived at the compound everyone was having babies about every nine months or so, so it's a common thing to her.
Misty is the first to ask.
"Miss Cordelia?" Misty asks, sitting across from the older witch with a few test plants between them.
"Yes, Misty?" She asks, not looking up from her work.
"I've been wantin' to ask ya somehtin' lately, but I donno how to go 'bout it."
"Okay?"
"Are ya pregnant?" She knows the answer, but wants to hear it from the Supreme herself.
Cordelia's eyes flicker up, meeting the questionable gaze of the swamp witch. Panic and fear rises within her chest. Her heart starts to race, racing harder than anything ever had before. Her hands clam up, letting the test tube in her grasp drop to the dirt covered floor shattering into a million pieces, just as her heart did when she found out about the baby.
Yes, months ago she prayed and prayed for a child. She wanted whatever God there is to bare her with a child. A child made in love and passion. A child born into the world with love swaddling it. A child born into a house with two parents, not one who dread the birth of this very child.
She doesn't know what to expect. She doesn't know whether to say anything at all. She doesn't know what to do with it, but of course she will keep it, even though she doesn't know if she can love it. She fears of becoming her mother with this child. A child born without a father, a father that the mother despises with her whole being… a child not born out of love and passion.
"Cordelia?" The Cajun's voice brings Cordelia back to reality.
"What?" She asks her voice small and timid.
"Are ya pregnant?" Misty repeats her question.
"Wh-what makes you think that? Wh-what brings you to that conclusion?"
"Well," the younger witch sighs. "I noticed the mornin' sickness. Then, there's the fact that ya clothes are gettin' bigger… oh, and ya been eatin' more, it ain' a bad thin', but ya never ate like this before."
Cordelia just stares at her, more than a couple minutes pass before she speaks. "I-I…" she stammers, feeling speechless, she can't say it.
"Imma take that as a yes." Misty says, gently laying her hand over the other blonde's, trying to show her that it's okay.
The Supreme's eyes drop again, she can't look the necromancer in the eyes, those beautiful blue hues she loves so dearly. She nods slowly, wishing she could say no.
"It's okay," Misty smiles. "Didn' ya want a baby, Miss?"
"I did…"
"Did?"
"Yes," the woman takes a deep breath, lifting her head to meet Misty's eyes again. "I wanted a baby when I thought it was made in love; when it would be brought into a loving home with two parents… not into a house with just a mother who can't take care of this baby alone… not a mother who will be horrible at taking care of this baby."
"Cordelia, what the hell are ya talkin' 'bout? Of course ya can take care of this baby. Ya seem like you'd be a perfect Momma." The swamp witch offers a smile. "Plus ya got all us here to help ya out! I know Zoe would be more than happy to help out, Queenie – not too much, but I sure as hell will be here for ya… and, all the girls here will help out too. Ya ain' alone in this, I promise."
Cordelia feels the tears welling up in her eyes over this, throughout most of the pregnancy so far, which has only been three months, she has been overly emotional, but keeps it very well hidden. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, and she looks back down at the wooden table. Her free hand comes up to wipe the tears before they have a chance to fall, not wanting Misty to see her like this.
"Miss Cordelia," the necromancer sighs softly. "It's 'lright to cry… I know when people are pregnant they get real emotional."
Cordelia just gives a small not, taking her other hand from Misty's grip to cover her face. She shakes her head softly, finally letting the tears come, not just happy tears, but ones she's been holding back for a long time.
At this, Misty stands up from her spot, walks around the table, and wraps her arms around the older witch, comforting her to the best of her abilities. She lets the shorter woman rest her head on her shoulder, and she sooths Cordelia with soft circles on her back and shushing her softly.
"It'll be 'lright, Miss Cordelia."
The Supreme feels herself calming down just by being in Misty's arms, and hearing her voice, she doesn't understand why, but there's something about the younger woman that makes her happy and calm and even okay about this pregnancy.
"Thank you," she says, and softly pulls away from the unruly blonde.
"Ya welcome," Misty smiles down at the woman. "How far along are ya?"
"Three months," Cordelia answers, her voice still shaky and frail.
"Ya seein' a doctor, right?"
"Of course, he said it's a miracle, I – we don't know how it happened… well, I have an idea, but I don't want to be right."
"What would that be?"
"The last time Hank and I… you know," Misty nods, "I used magic… dark magic, and with that comes side effects… consequences."
"But, ya the Supreme, Cordelia. I'm sure ya be just fine. Don' be worryin' 'bout it… that ain' good for the baby."
The older witch looks down at her growing stomach, the one that no one else has seen yet, and places her hand over it. "You're right, Misty."
"Course I am," She laughs softly. "Do ya know what it is yet?"
"No," Cordelia shakes her head. "I find out next month… I'm hoping for a girl."
"Why?"
"I think a girl would be easier to handle, you know? I don't know, I think a boy would be hard, I don't know the first thing about having a boy. I've lived with woman all my life, Hank was the only man in my life."
"Well, if ya have a boy, I'll help. I had two lil brothers before…" Misty pauses to take a deep breath at the memory. "Before I was burned… since they were younger I helped out a lot."
"I never knew that," Cordelia looks back up at the taller woman.
"I don' really like talkin' 'bout it."
"I understand," she says softly with a weak smile. "And, thank you… for all of this. You've made me feel better about having a baby."
"Ya welcome," Misty smiles warmly. "That's what I'm here for. I want to make ya happy, Miss Cordelia."
She feels her heart swell with joy, putting that perfect smile that Misty loves so much on her lips. "You do make me happy, Misty."
"I do?"
"Yes," Cordelia chuckles. "A lot, actually."
"That's good!" Misty beams with her own perfect smile on her lips. "Ya make me happy too, Cordelia."
"You can call me Delia, you know."
"I do, but I feel like it's just more proper in all, and just being respectful." Misty explains.
"I'll still find it respectful if you call me Delia."
"Okay," she smiles softly and takes her seat on the other side of the table again, returning to their work.