Vastra couldn't help it, she was staring vacantly at nothing again. She was suppose to be compiling a report for Scotland Yard but she was distracted. She shook her head and looked at the paper but put it down a second later with a resigned sigh. She really was not going to get any work done. Muttering to herself, the Silurian got up and walked through the familiar route to the master bedroom where Jenny was. Her wife was sleeping on the bed, laying on her side on top of the covers. Careful not to wake her, Vastra pulled a chair over sat down.
Vastra was fascinated by Jenny's growing abdomen. She almost couldn't believe there was a growing little hatchling in there. Vastra hesitated before lightly tracing random patterns on her wife's belly. Her mouth quirked into a little grin when she felt a kick.
"Hello little one." She whispered, mindful her wife was sleeping. Vastra and Strax had finally convinced Jenny to rest more though she visibly winced whenever the two did some housework. They had a few more shattered china than normal.
There was another kick that made Vastra look at Jenny's stomach with a poor attempt at a scowl. "Now now, settle down. Your mother is sleeping right now."
She waited a long moment but there were no more kicks. "That's a good girl."
"That's completely unfair she listens to you yet I'm the one carrying her." Jenny muttered sleepily.
"Did I wake you?" Vastra asked guiltily. Her wife got so little sleep to begin with.
"Naw, her kicking did."
"Do you need anything?"
"You get in here and keep doing that. Maybe she'll stop playing football in there. I think I'll try to sleep some more now she's settling."
Vastra nodded and climbed in next to Jenny on the bed. Jenny settled as close as she could before drifted off quickly. Vastra place a kiss on Jenny's forehead as she continue touching Jenny's stomach as requested. Vastra didn't have much experience with pregnant women and she was forever grateful Strax was there to help. Together, they convinced Jenny to cut down on her workload and to not wear any maternity corset of sorts. To Urmungstandra with Victorian values, Vastra promised to maim and devour anyone who even hinted at impropriety.
The Silurian flicked her tongue out and relished the different scent emanating from Jenny. Vastra felt a tiny kick. "Rest little hatchling."
Vastra soon joined the rest of her family in sleep.
Original Prompt: Pregnant Jenny
For the life of me, I cannot figure out Jenny's speech patterns so apologies if she does not sounding right. I'm working it.
