A/N: No, Mags isn't pregnant! Geez, what makes you think that? Oh well, LOL
hope you enjoy this chapter; it's one of my faves that I've ever written.
Columbia watched as Magenta twirled in front of the mirror, scrutinizing herself. She bit her lip, knowing why the other woman was looking so closely at her belly, but not wanting to say anything for fear of angering her. She thought back to when she first came to the castle, back when there was nothing she could say or do that didn't anger Magenta. This room that Frankie had made them share had been a cold, awkward place back in those days.
The two women had just begun to get to the point where they could talk and pal around, each regarding the other as the sister or best friend that neither had ever had as kids. Suddenly, Magenta turned around and asked:
"How do I look?"
Columbia bit her lip. She knew that the other woman wanted an honest answer, but was hesitant to give one.
"Err...umm..." she stuttered. Magenta's eyes grew wider, more intense, and full of anxiety. Suddenly, a tear slipped from her right eye. Magenta hastily wiped it away, cursing her own hormonal, fluctuating emotions. Nobody saw her cry, never ever, not even Riff...until now.
She sunk to her knees on the floor, burying her head in her hands, and trying to sob as quietly as possible.
"You know, don't you?" she asked, voice quavering, "Everybody knows, it's so obvious!"
Columbia quickly hopped off of her bed and went to kneel by her friend. She tried to put her arms around Magenta, but the other woman resisted all means of comfort.
"Oh, Maggie, it'll be okay! You can't tell, honestly, you haven't even started to show yet!" exclaimed Columbia.
"Then how do you know?" Magenta asked.
"Well...I know because...because...I was pregnant, too!"
Columbia watched as Magenta twirled in front of the mirror, scrutinizing herself. She bit her lip, knowing why the other woman was looking so closely at her belly, but not wanting to say anything for fear of angering her. She thought back to when she first came to the castle, back when there was nothing she could say or do that didn't anger Magenta. This room that Frankie had made them share had been a cold, awkward place back in those days.
The two women had just begun to get to the point where they could talk and pal around, each regarding the other as the sister or best friend that neither had ever had as kids. Suddenly, Magenta turned around and asked:
"How do I look?"
Columbia bit her lip. She knew that the other woman wanted an honest answer, but was hesitant to give one.
"Err...umm..." she stuttered. Magenta's eyes grew wider, more intense, and full of anxiety. Suddenly, a tear slipped from her right eye. Magenta hastily wiped it away, cursing her own hormonal, fluctuating emotions. Nobody saw her cry, never ever, not even Riff...until now.
She sunk to her knees on the floor, burying her head in her hands, and trying to sob as quietly as possible.
"You know, don't you?" she asked, voice quavering, "Everybody knows, it's so obvious!"
Columbia quickly hopped off of her bed and went to kneel by her friend. She tried to put her arms around Magenta, but the other woman resisted all means of comfort.
"Oh, Maggie, it'll be okay! You can't tell, honestly, you haven't even started to show yet!" exclaimed Columbia.
"Then how do you know?" Magenta asked.
"Well...I know because...because...I was pregnant, too!"
