It was unusually cold for Fairy Land. The month of September was the lowest point of the half-year, in between the two springs. The living room, however, was warm. The fire burned and the two lay comfortably together on the couch. It'd been a long day - Rae hadn't felt well, as seven-month pregnant women were apt to feel. Tracy had taken off work to care for his wife, whose fever was just breaking. She'd been in a shock all morning, when she saw that he'd undone his tie and shed his vest, coming into the bedroom with breakfast and medicine for her. She'd been forever grateful, but had insisted that she would be okay. She knew how her husband fretted over missing work. He merely shushed her and told her that this was more important.

In all honesty, the fever had scared him. A part of him believed it was entirely irrational, it was just a fever! But yet another part of him knew that what thy were doing could be dangerous. News of the pregnancy had been met with hesitant congratulations, even by his parents - fact of the matter was that, while they knew it was possible to have a child, they did not know the implications of it. What would being with child - his child, a Faeid - do to Rae? That was his first concern, above all else. When her fever broke earlier in the day, he'd been relieved. It HAD just been a cold. He berated himself for working himself into a frenzy, but remained by her side regardless, the fear not quite satisfied. He loved her, and uncertainty of what he'd done to her weighed heavily on his mind, though he hadn't told her.

But presently, they lay together in front of the fire, ankles interlocked and his arms around her. She gazed sleepily at the flames - she was always so tired. Similarly, her fatigue alarmed him, though she reassured him it was normal. She held his free hand, rubbing a thumb in a crescent across the back of his hand. It was about all she could do not to fall asleep. She looked at him, her head lolling to the side. "Trace," she started, and he brought his hand up to touch her head. "Stop worrying."

The man blanched, the gentle stroking of her hair stopping. She laughed lightly. "Please. I can read you like a book. The baby's fine."

His smile was thin. "Maybe not quite like a book."

"What do you mean?" she asked, shifting slightly, resting her head against his shoulder.

"Are you feeling allright? Do we know for sure that all of this is… supposed to happen?"

A beat passed between them. A smile graced her lips and she stopped the crescent motion on her husband's hand, immediately taking it up and spreading his fingers, splaying his open palm across her rounded belly. His breath hitched as he waited to feel the baby kicking.

Once.

Twice.

He exhaled slowly, looking up at his wife to be met with her lips against is, to quiet him and his fears. "There," she said, when they broke. "See? I'm fine - oh!" The baby gave a particularly hard kick, startling both parents-to-be. Rae laughed; Tracy rubbed his hand over her stomach, eventually coming back to where he began. He felt the unusual flutter in his chest, the stunned awe that accompanied nights like these.

"I can't believe it," he said softly. "Seven months, and I still can't believe it!" he let out a shaky laugh. "A proper family." he breathed. "That's my child." The words tasted sweet and foreign like Ambrosia. "That's my child," he repeated, hearing the unbridled joy in his voice. He looked back up at his wife, shocked to see tears shining in her eyes, a smile on her lips. He reached up, vacating the plane of her stomach, to wipe the water from her eyes, ghosting the curve of her cheek.

After nearly three years, it was so nice to finally have something to celebrate. Tracy kissed her, choking back the joy. He wrapped his arms around her ass gently as possible, holding her as she laud her head on his shoulder. Within moments, her eyes had closed and her breathing had evened out, and she was asleep.

Tracy muttered softly as she slept, telling her that he loved her, that he was happier than he'd ever been, filling her dreams with images of a sunlit nursery, a happy family, and the happy, healthy child that she would bring onto the world. His words slowed, bogged down by sleep, and soon stopped all together, and he leaned his head against hers, drifting off.