Title: Love in Unusual Places
Author: Himuro Miharu
Pairing: Antonio/Katirina (Spain/Fem!Romano)
Genre: Romance
Rating: T
Warnings: Katirina's language
Summary: Love isn't always the easiest thing to find, and sometimes, it shows up where you least expect it. Admitting it though, is harder than finding it, especially for Katirina Vargas, a teacher with a history of pushing others away. Antonio Carriedo however, has no problems admitting it, getting his Italian to accept him however, is more difficult than he ever imagined.
Notes: I have a poll on my page talking about a sister fic to this, it would be a GerIta version, starting from when they met, to the time this fic ends. So due to packing to move next Thursday, there won't be a chapter next week or even possibly the following. We'll be doing some major unpacking the week after we move as well, so for the next 2 weeks there will more than likely not be ANY updates. I'm sorry to disappoint, so I made this one extra long for you guys to make up for it!
Disclaimer: Hidekaz Himaruya owns them~
Waking up Katirina whimpered, her head pounding and eyes stinging from her tears. Her phone beeped, telling her she had a message. Looking at her phone she through blurry eyes she read it was from Antonio and through it in anger. Curling up once more she whimpered, pulling the covers around her shoulders, crying out.
Hours passed before she moved, all she could do was curl up and sniffle, tears continuously leaking from her eyes.
"This is fucking pathetic. I'm sobbing over him like a stupid teenage girl! I have to stop this shit!" Despite her words she found tears still flowing down her cheeks, not stopping no matter what she did.
"He said he loved me...so why?"
A soft knock on the door made her groan and cover her face with a pillow.
"Go away Feliciano. I don't want to talk."
"I'm not Feliciano dear. I'm coming in, Mathias is with me. We're coming in, I hope you're decent." Adelis said softly, her voice permiating through the pillow, amusement clear in her tone, remembering the last time she and her husband walked in unannounced. (1) Katirina tried to laugh, but found she couldn't, laughing only caused more pain and tears.
Once in the room the two blondes could do nothing but stare in shock at the state the usually strong woman was in.
"Katirina? What's going on Kat?"
"He loves me." Katirina whimpered, her voice muffled by the pillow.
"What?"
"Antonio! He said he loves me!"
"That's wonderful then!" Mathias exclaimed, Adelis giving a wide smile.
"No it isn't! You don't get it! He says he loves me but so many problems have arisen and make it impossible to try! I don't even want to anymore! I don't fucking love him!" She screamed, unthinkingly removing the pillow, revealing her injuries.
"Kat...what happened to your face?" Mathias asked, his protective side showing through as he worried about the woman. Looking up at the Dane she was suddenly worried for the Spaniard, she knew if they fought there would be injuries on both sides and she didn't want either hurt.
"Daniel." She muttered, not mentioning Antonio was the one who injured her face.
"What?! Why didn't you tell us?!" The Norwegian woman cried, eyes wide filled with rage.
"I'm sorry! I didn't want anyone involved!"
"Katirina are you stupid?! You could have been killed!" Adelis scream, her rage boiling over.
"Just drop it alright? I don't want to talk about it anymore." The Italian snapped, looking away from her friendds.
"Oh no. Not that easily. What is going on?"
"Adelis not now. I do not want to discuss it. Please; just leave."
"Hey that Spanish guy Antonio is calling." Mathias commented, bending down to pick up the discarded phone.
"Don't fucking answer it. God damned it all. That fucker...FUCK!" Flopping back down she hissed in pain, her ribs were causing her problems. All she wanted to do was curl up and sleep. Preferably in Antonio's arms, but that wouldn't happen due to the man's words the previous day.
' I think we both need a break from each other mi amor.'
The words stung. They kept repeating in her mind, bringing more pain every time she heard them.
"Katirina tell me the truth. What is going on? You're acting so...odd. What's going on with Antonio? Why can't you be together?"
"There's just some things going on in our lives I can't discuss. It's not my place to talk about them."
"Kat talk to us. What in Gods name is going on?"
"I...I don't even know myself anymore. Delis...all I want is someone I can trust." The Italian whispered softly, looking up at the ceiling.
"I'm not even allowed to work for at least a month."
Both her friends stared, eyes wide and confusion painted across their faces.
"Due to my injuries from Daniel the doctor said at least a month off. It could be longer though."
"Oh Katirina...why didn't you tell us all of this was going on? How long has it been happening?" The woman asked, her fists tightening into a ball fearing the answer.
"Not...that long...I just didn't want to get anyone involved. It was my problem to deal with on my own."
"No Kat. We're friends, therefore we share problems. If something is bothering you, tell us. We'll be there to help you every step of the way." Mathias said softly, smiling at the woman.
"Thank-you...Can I be left alone now? I just...I need some time to think. Please..."
The couple nodded, seeing how she was on the verge of tears Adelis leaned down to kiss her forehead.
"Call me if you need anything alright? Promise me."
The Italian nodded, sniffling softly, the fear of Daniel suddenly getting worse with the thought of not going to school for a month.
"What will he do now...?"
The following week flew by, neither Monika nor Katirina telling Feliciano what happened, not wanting him angry as well. Antonio's calls slowed before stopping all together; the thought frightened the woman, but she figured it was best for them.
"Katirina...will you paint something on the wall for the baby?"
The woman looked up from the stove, eyes wide.
"Wh-what?"
"I was wonder...if you would do an illustration on the wall."
"I'm no good at painting Monika. That's Fel's thing."
The German sighed softly, looking into the kitchen from her place on the couch.
"I wanted something from you up...I like your pieces; Feli has shown me quite a few."
"That little bastard! Here...I hope I made them right. German isn't my best since it's disgusting."
The woman gave an awkward smile taking the plate nodding to the Italian.
" Danke schön Katirina.(2)"
"Prego.(3)"
Sitting beside the woman she sighed, wincing at the pain that shot through her ribs.
"You okay?"
"Deep breaths still hurt, but I'm fine."
Nodding her approval of the answer the blonde happily dug into her food as Katirina tipped her head back and closed her eyes happy with the peace they could fall into.
A knock on the door broke the comfortable silence and with a groan Katirina stood, pushing herself painfully off the couch. Opening the door she stared, trying to decide between glaring at the man or staring in shock.
"What do you want bastard?" A hand on her hip she decided to go with glaring.
"To apologize."
She glared, unsure of what to say before leading him to the couch and taking her place beside Monika once more.
"Talk."
Taking a breath he slowly let it out, trying not to glare at the woman.
"I'm...I'm sorry about last week. I didn't mean to lose my temper like I did."
Katirina sighed before nodding slowly.
"I believe you. It's...I can't say it's alright, because it's not. It's the farthest thing from alright, but...it'll get better with time."
Nodding the Spaniard stood, preparing to leave.
"You hungry?"
"What?" Turning back his eyes were wide, his posture showing his shock at the question.
"I said are you hungry? Let me show you how a real cook does it. Not that grilled cheese shit either." Smirking she stood and made her way into the kitchen, beckoning the man to follow.
Antonio gave a small smile and followed her to the kitchen, sitting at the table to watch as she moved around, gathering materials.
Watching the woman cook was like watching a dancer; her movements were fluid, each one perfectly planned and flawlessly executed with a passion. He watched in fascination as she cooked, seeing neither the loud foul mouthed teacher nor the battered young woman.
Suddenly she became a thing of beauty, an exotic creature one could never have any hope of attaining. One wince though ruined the illusion, and suddenly she was the battered woman once more.
Rushing to her side he was swatted away.
"I don't need help from you." She bit savagely, glaring at the Spaniard.
"Please, just let me help you Katirina."
"I said no! I know you are Spain, just because you apologized does not mean a god damned thing. Deal with it fucker." Turning on him she frowned.
"Why are you really here?"
"I really did come to apologize." Spain pleaded, looking over at the woman with sad eyes.
"Why? You don't care about anyone but yourself. So what do you get out of coming to 'apologize' Spain?" Katirina asked, rounding on the man with fierce anger written across her face.
"Well...I was hoping you would allow me to take you out to make up for it."
"You or Antonio?"
The man was silent before a soft "me" was uttered.
Katirina stared, eyes wide and unbelieving.
"Wh-what?"
"I'm asking you out god damn it!"
"Why?" Suddenly the woman was suspicious, watching the man with narrowed olive eyes, searching for any hint of malice or deception.
"Because you're attractive alright? I'm not going to lie, I...I like you too. Not near as much as him, but more than I've ever liked the others he's had a thing for."
"And? I know there's something else hidden behind your words."
The man huffed, silently cursing the woman.
"I want to be able to rub it in his face that I took you out first when he's been unable to get you to agree. There happy now bitch?"
With a dark laugh the woman turned back to her cooking, leaving the man to glower in silence. Finally finishing the quick dish she split it up into 3, covering one for Feliciano, before handing the Spaniard his plate and taking her own to sit beside him at the table.
"Fine. I'll go with you."
For the first time since meeting this side of the man Katirina saw him smile. It wasn't the smirk he was known for, nor was it the silly grin Antonio wore, it was a timid, handsome smile, unique to Spain.
"You know, when you're not scowling or smirking you're handome."
"Only because I look like Antonio."
The Italian glared, turning angry olive eyes to him.
"That's not it at all bastard! You have your own distinctive features, as every one does. I can always tell when it's you, and when it's Tatsu or Antonio. Don't always assume everything is all about Antonio, because sometimes I'm not direction things at him."
Nodding he looked down, taking a bite of his food.
"Th-thanks...for the food. Uh...what exactly is it?"
Hiding a tiny smile she nodded, taking a bite of her own dish.
"You're welcome. It's called Pasta all'Ammiraglio. I enjoy cooking, I'm not good at it, but it's something I'm passionate about, so I do it whenever I possibly can."
Spain nodded, feeling a surge of an unknown emotion, taking a moment to realize it was happiness, happiness about knowing something Antonio did not about the woman.
They fell into a companionable silence, enjoying their meal and listening to Monika's voice as she spoke to Julchen over the phone.
"How is Miguel?" Katirina asked softly.
"He's good I guess. You know Antonio takes medication to keep me at bay so...I don't know much. I do know he misses you. As soon as you're released for work we'll be going back to working the day shift so everything will go back to normal for us all."
The Italian nodded, silently knowing it would never be normal again.
"When did you want to go out?" Katirina asked softly, changing the subject.
"Well...today? I don't know how long I'll be allowed out, nor do I know when the next time I'll be out is. He's sleeping now, he's been beating himself up this entire time."
"I don't look good enough to go out anywhere! I'm a mess! My face is bruised my body can barely move, and I can't breathe without wincing! There's no way!"
Spain gave a timid smile, biting his lip in an uncharacteristic lack of confidence before speaking.
"I think you look fine."
Katirina blushed red, looking down at her half finished pasta.
"I can't go Spain. I need to watch out for Monika. She could go into labour at any moment. I'm sorry."
Spain sighed softly, nodding his head.
"Alright. Well, I got a yes first. That counts for something."
"I'm...I'm sorry Spain. I just can't leave her."
The Spaniard shrugged uncaringly before standing up.
"Thank you for lunch, but I should go now before he realizes I took over."
"See you later then."
Without responding Spain turned and left, smiling at Monika, trying to keep up the image of being Antonio. Katirina stayed in her position at the table, silently finishing her food before gathering the dishes and making her way to the living room to gather Monika's as well.
"He looked upset. Did something happen?"
"No. He just realized he needed to get home." Katirina lied, turning to wash the dishes, biting her lip to keep tears at bay. No matter how much she tried to deny it, she wanted to go with him. She wanted to know more about Spain, this Spain was a different one than she had ever seen, he wasn't arrogant. If she were to be completely honest with herself he was sweet, someone she could see herself with in time. The thought alone terrified her. She could see herself with 2 of the 4 personalities that inhabited Antonio's body, and she didn't know how to feel about the prospect of a relationship with the Spaniard.
Monika chuckled softly, smiling at her friend before gasping, wincing in pain.
"Monika? Is something wrong?"
"N-no. It's just a false contraction. I've been having them for days now."
"Are you...sure?"
"Yeah, but can you help me up? I need to use the restroom."
Wordlessly the Italian dropped her dish back in the soapy water and ran to the woman, helping her up, watching as she carefully waddled to the bathroom. Taking out he phone she called Feliciano, begging him to come home, worried for the German. Agreeing the male twin confronted his boss, telling him the situation, being told he could leave in 3 hours once his replacement arrived. Telling this to Katirina she groaned but accepted the situation.
When the woman came out she groaned, holding a hand to her lower back.
"God...these...things are making me miserable." She whined, looking sheepishly at the Italian.
"Are you certain you're alright? You look really pale."
Nodding she took a step forward, gasping when she felt something wet trickle down her inner leg.
"Katirina...something just happened. I-I don't know...but I think my water may have broke."
Rushing to the woman Katirina helped her to a chair, grabbing her phone.
"Do you want me to call paramedics, or do you want to wait for Fel first? I already called him."
"I-I want to wait for him." Looking up at the brunette she made a soft noise.
"I'm scared Katirina."
Moving closer to the German she hugged her close, bringing the woman's head to her chest, holding her there. Stroking her hair she spoke softly.
"There's no reason to be scared. You'll be a wonderful mother. You and Fel will be great. If it's the birth itself that scares you, don't worry. Fel will be there, I'm sure they'll let him stay in with you. It'll be okay, prometto(4)."
Bleu eyes look up, meeting olive, a blushing staining pale cheeks.
"Have we become friends Katirina?"
"Che. Keep dreaming Potato."
Monika smiled softly, comfortable in her future sister's grasp. The two stayed together, Katirina eventually moving to the couch to sit with her holding her against her chest.
When the door burst open the two women looked to the Italian, shock clearly written across his face.
"Monika?"
"Fel...she's scared. Her water broke right after I called you, and I don't think the contractions are false. We need to get her to the hospital now."
Feliciano nodded, rushing to his family. Helping his fiance to his car he smiled softly when his sister automatically climbed in the back seat. Monika cried out in pain, thick tears rolling down her cheeks as she gasped for air.
"K-Katirina!"
"I'm right here Monika." Reaching up she gently squeezed the woman's shoulder. When she cried out again the German reach up blindly, grasping her friends hand and squeezing.
"Her contractions are getting closer together Fel. We need to hurry." The trio hurried to the hospital, Feliciano quickly getting a wheelchair for the woman.
Once inside she was quickly ushered to a room where the terrible process of labour was truly known.
Not being allowed in the room Katirina called Julchen, who quickly arrived at the hospital, fighting with the staff to let her back with her sister. A fight she was quickly losing.
"I'm sorry but only 1 person is allowed in the room and she has demanded it be her fiance."
Julchen flopped down next to Katirina with a huff, anger clear in her crimson eyes.
"Relax, they're doing that to everyone here, look." Pointing around she tried to explain it to the woman, only to be shoved away.
"Look She-Devil I'm just somebody! I'm the awesome Julchen Beilschmidt!"
"Well the awesome Julchen had better sit her ass down before it gets kicked out for being loud and disrupting everyone." Katirina snapped, glaring at the woman.
Flopping back down she grumbled under her breath.
Hours passed before Feliciano came to the waiting room, huffing out a breath.
"It's still not time. She's only dilated to a 7, it could be any where from 30 minutes to a couple hours."
"She's going through that much pain for that long?" Julchen asked, visibly paling even more. At the nod the woman grimaced.
"I am never having children. Ever."
Katirina chuckled going back to her seat before taking out her phone and staring at the screen.
"Just text him already." Julchen mumbled, grunting when Katirina smacked her arm.
"Well it's true! He would love to hear from you."
Katirina blushed, knowing it was true from Spain's visit earlier in the day.
"I'll think about it."
"I'm going to go get some food, I'll be out for a while. I don't like the stuffy atmosphere in here. It's hard to be awesome in this crowd."
Katirina chuckled, glaring at the woman.
"Get the fuck out stupid."
"You want anything?"
"Not from you. You'd lace it with something."
Laughing Julchen shrugged.
"Probably. You know me so well She-Devil."
Turning she walked away, silvery blonde hair swishing behind her, her hips swaying softly.
Looking at her phone the brunette sighed, opening up a blank text.
To: Antonio
Hey bastard Monika is at the hospital in labor. Just thought you'd like to know.
Sighing softly she flipped around in the chair, until she had her legs flung over the arm, her phone on her chest, the position painful due to her ribs, but normal for her, feeling peace settling over her.
Suddenly it rang out, shocking her and the people in the waiting room. Giving a glare at them she picked it up, nearly dropping it once more when she realized who was texting her.
From: Antonio
How is she? Would it be alright if I came to the hospital?
Olive eyes softened, looking at the screen before rapidly texting him back.
To: Antonio
Yes I'm bored. Come entertain me bastard.
Within the time span of maybe 10-15 minutes the Spaniard was walking in the door, making a bee-line for the woman.
"Ki-Katirina! Should you be sitting like that?"
Shrugging the woman blew out excess air, her entire posture giving away her agitation.
"Probably not, but I'm bored and this position is how I always sit in chairs and it's comforting for me."
Sitting down next to her he couldn't help but stare at her, seeing different side of the woman, sides he'd never taken notice of before.
She wasn't always loud and obnoxious, like now, she looked nervous, the way her eyes darted side to side, narrowed and untrusting. Her hunched shoulders told him she was uncomfortable in the room, the amount of people pushing her anxiety to high levels. Reaching out a hand he gently touched her shoulder, watching in shock as she visably relaxed, even just a bit.
"Why are you staring at me asshole?"
"Because I love you. I told you that."
Katirina glared, rolling her eyes.
"Dumbass."
"Hey Katirina...I'm sorry."
"For what?" She asked, turning olive eyes to him, confused.
"For everything. For being annoying, for bringing my problems to you, and most importantly for bringing all this pain and unwanted emotions to you."
Katirina turned, facing the man with a tiny smile, crossing her arms.
"Don't bother apologizing. There's no point. I know you're not really sorry at all."
Opening his mouth to defend himself the woman pressed on.
"You like the fact I'll listen to your problems and I listen because I don't judge you. You know you're naturally annoying, not something you can help. The pain you didn't mean, but you're not sorry for the love. You've never been sorry for love. That's not how you work."
"Still...I' sorry. I feel like I've ruined everything." Antonio explained, eyes down cast.
"No. Don't feel that way. You never ruined ANYTHING. I...I care about you too Antonio. But I'm...fuck this. I'm fucking scared alright?"
The Spaniard stood, pulling the woman up and into his arms, he ignored the stares they were getting, hugging her close.
"What are you scare of querida?"
Hands clenched in his shirt and Katirina bit her lip.
"I don't want to talk about it here bastard. It's personal."
Chuckling when his own words were thrown back at him the man ran a hand up and down her back.
"Alright, we'll go somewhere later. How's Monika?"
"She's still in labor. She was only dilated to a 7, it could be anywhere from minutes to hours. Fel gave us an update about half an hour ago."
Antonio nodded, sitting back down beside the woman, still holding her close as possible as they settled in for the wait.
"Tonio!" Julchen cried, shock on her face as she rushed over.
Suddenly all Antonio's attention was turned to Julchen, pulling away from the Italian as they excitedly conversed back and forth.
Katirina silently sighed, knowing Antonio was now fixated on the beautiful German, feeling her fears resurface with a vengeance as she continued to listen to them.
'She's everything I'm not. Of course he would prefer her...wouldn't he?'
A hand suddenly slipped into hers, squeezing lightly, making her look up. Antonio was looking at her while Julchen spoke, a loving smile on his face. Blushing red the woman smiled back, feeling something different from what she ever felt with Daniel.
Within an hour Feliciano was out in the waiting room, a bright smile on his face.
"Fel! How is she?!" Katirina asked, jumping out her chair immediately, surprising Julchen who hadn't seen the relationship development between the two women.
"She had her baby Kati! It's a little girl! She's so pretty!" Feliciano announched, a bright smile on his face.
"Oh Fel that's wonderful! What's her name?" Katirina asked, smiling brightly.
"We decided to name her Allize Rosalia."
Julchen snickered quietly while the siblings spoke, watching the Spaniard closely. He was staring at his love interest, his eyes wide.
"Hey stop drooling you. She's gorgeous yes, she always has been, but could you be any more obvious?"
"L-Lo siento Jewels."
"The nurse said we could go see them if you want. Just don't be loud ve!" Feliciano said happily, his vocal tick returning now that the stress wasn't as bad.
The women nodded excitedly, following behind the male. Katirina stopped, looking over her should at Antonio who shook his head. Walking back to him she held out a hand, looking expectant.
"Come on. You're a friend."
"No, I' still not welcome. Katirina, I hit you; no I beat you; in her presence. She won't forgive me that easily. I'll wait for you here."
"O-Okay then..." Turning she caught up with her brother, Julchen already having rushed into the blondes room while Katirina was talking. Once they arrived the crimson eyed woman looked up expectantly before frowning.
"Wait, where's Antonio?"
Monika looked up from the bundle in her arms, at the name, eyebrows furrowed.
"Antonio is here?"
"Yeah...he stayed in the waiting room. He didn't want to impose he said." Katirina explained, seeing understanding flash in the German's bleu eyes.
"Please go get him. He's still family too."
Nodding the Italian rushed out of the room to the Spaniard still sitting in the room.
"Antonio, she told me to come get you. She said you're still her family."
"Wh-what?"
"Come on." Once more she held out a hand, patiently waiting for him to take it.
Hesitatingly he reached out, grasping her hand and allowing himself to be pulled out of his seat.
Happily leading the Spaniard she hid a smile when he interlaced their fingers.
"Did you hear when Fel said her name?"
"Alize?"
"Alize Rosalia."
Antonio smiled, the sight causing a blush to over take Katirina's cheeks like normal.
"You look like a tomato Katirina."
"Kitten."
"What?" Looking over at the woman he was shocked, she usually told him not to call her by any 'stupid nicknames'. The Italian had her face turned away, her cheeks red as a pout took over her lips.
"That's what you call me, isn't it?"
Antonio smiled softly, bringing their joined hands to his lips. kissing the back of hers.
"Stop being so fucking mushy bastard."
"Of course...lo siento mi gatito."
Blushing an even deeper shade of red she smacked his arm, taking him into the room.
"Can I hold her?" Julchen asked, causing Monika to cringe. Katirina stepped forward, swatting the older German's hands away from the baby.
"You're not reaching for her right. Here, it's like this." Reaching out she gently ook the new born, supporting her neck and back. Turning to Julchen she helped her hold the infant.
"You have to support their neck and back. If you don't it'll break."
Feliciano chuckled softly, a little confused.
"How do you know so much sorella?"
Turning a bored expression towards his sister she scoffed, hands on her hips.
"Shut the fuck up. What do you think we've done all week? We've read every pregnanvy book we could get our hands on."
When the baby started screaming Julchen cringed, and held her out to Katirina.
"Shut her up! Please!"
Looking back at Monka who only smiled softly and nodded she reached out, taking the baby. Gently rocking the child she sat down on the chair beside the bed, softly singing to the little girl.
" Stella stellina
la notte si avvicina:
la fiamma traballa,
la mucca é nella stalla.
La pecora e l'agnello,
la vacca col vitello,
la chioccia coi pulcini,
la gatta coi gattini;
e tutti fan la nanna
nel cuore della mamma!(5)"
By the time she was finished the little girl was looking up at her with sleep bleu eyes. Katirina smiled handing her to her mother.
"She's beautiful Monika."
"Thank you Katirina. Thank you for calming her. You have a gorgeous voice."
"Gr-grazie..."
Antonio smiled at the woman, suddenly the only thought in his mind was 'I want to be with her. I want to have a family with her.'
Looking up Katirina blushed red, feeling all the attention on her.
"S-Sorry...I didn't mean to...s-stop looking at me d-damn it!" Smiling the 3 others settled in various chairs, all talking softly, smiling at the new child and her parents.
Translations!
. "I'm not...walked in unannounced.": The last time this happened Katirina was just stepping out of the bathroom after a shower, and had no shirt on. There is actually a one shot dedicated to this little encounter that will be posted sometime after this fic is finished :3
2. Danke schön: Thank you *German* now, I know there are many different ways of saying this, but this is the one I'm most familiar with, and it's been used in my family since I was a child. There is probably a better one to use, but I decided on this one because it's simple.
3. Prego: You're welcome *Italian* as I said before, there is probably another way of saying this that's better suited, but I chose to use this form of the sentiment, it's the one I alway use myself. Sorry if that pisses anyone off.
4. Prometto: I promise *Italian*
5. Stella stellina
la notte si avvicina:
la fiamma traballa,
la mucca é nella stalla.
La pecora e l'agnello,
la vacca col vitello,
la chioccia coi pulcini,
la gatta coi gattini;
e tutti fan la nanna
nel cuore della mamma! An Italian Lullaby called Star Little Star
English: Star, little star.
The night is approaching:
the flame is tottering,
The cow is in the cowshed.
The sheep with the lamb,
The cow with the calf.
The hen with it's chicks.
The cat with it's kittens;
and all are sleeping In the mother's heart!