Mother Knows Best
Mother knows best
Daaven knew that as he sat "listening" to his mother harping on about something to do with politics. He wasn't really sure as he was finding the fly sitting upon the apple on his plate incredibly interesting. Seriously. The way its antenna flickered back and forth was sooo-
"Daaven are you paying attention?" his mothers voice cut through his thoughts. His head snapped up, green eyes wide, cheeks and nose dusted with a light pink hue of embarrassment.
"Mother, I-
"You do know you're being targeted, don't you?" she asked calmly, dusting nonexistent dust from her lap. Daaven looked truly guilty, eyes downcast, hands clasped tightly in his lap and nibbling on his lower lip.
"Daaven, you are my son and I love you, but you will die if you don't pay attention." Eileen said softly, laying a hand on his knee.
"I know mother, but…I'm a thief and a killer, not a strategist." He murmured, covering her hand with his and bringing it to his lips to kiss it gently in apology. Eileen sighed and shook her head.
Aela stared into the chamber pot a grim look on her face. 'That Time Of The Month' had not come in two months and she was seriously worried. Aela was a warrior but she wasn't stupid. She knew what it meant if a woman skipped her period, she also knew she hadn't slept with anyone other then Daaven in the last three…years.
"Shit" she cussed, turning she stormed out the dark chamber.
"…So we-
"Daaven!" Aela barked as the door burst open to reveal a panicked and pissed off Aela. Storming over she caught sight of his unfazed mother. Blinking, her eyes widened.
"Oh! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt." Aela said quickly, holding her hands up in a placating manner.
"Don't worry dear, I'm used to it." Eileen said smiling softly at her, "you know, before I had Daaven I used to be an adventurer too, young and lively." She said dreamily.
"Oh, ok that's…nice." Aela muttered, "Um, never mind I'll…tell you later."
"Okie dokie!" Daaven exclaimed cheerfully, as his companion turned and left.
"Right. What were you saying mum?"
Aela sat upstairs in Daaven and her hired room in front of one of the windows; her head leant against the glass. Moonlight poured through the windows into the dark room, her ears pricked at the sound of door quietly opening and closing.
"Your quiet so I'm guessing your not Daaven." She said murmured, a blank expression on her face.
"He can be silent when he wants to." Aela turned to look at the source of the familiar voice.
"May I?" Eileen asked gesturing at the bed.
"Sure." Aela said turning back to look out the window, listening to the sound of rustling cloth and the creek of the bed lowering slightly.
"I heard about what you did." Eileen murmured softly, "thank you, for saving my son." Aela turned her head to look at the elf woman. She looked oddly tired and worn in the shadows, her light blonde hair shone in the moonlight and her bright green eyes glowed slightly.
"It was my fault." Aela whispered, her eyes sparkled with suppressed tears, "Its my fault he ran off and got captured." Eileen smiled comfortingly at her.
"No child it was not your fault." Eileen said, standing she walked to Aela and crouched before her, taking Aela's hand in hers comfortingly, "You did not send those assassins." Aela slid from the chair and started to cry the overwhelming guilt away while Eileen took the Human into her arms and held the young woman as she sobbed into her shoulder.
It was later that night when Eileen had left and Daaven had come to bed that Aela decided to tell him her discovery. When he entered he lit the torches in the room and went to the wardrobe to change.
"Vincie." Aela's voice startled Daaven making him jump in surprise. He turned to look at her with wide eyes.
"Aela…" He said slowly, "What's up?" Aela looked at him grimly.
"I'm pregnant."