*slightly unpleasant themes surrounding early foetuses and miscarriages, though nothing explicit*
"Hey, so, I've been talking with Mermaid and Sparkles," Adora paused in feeding herself, spoon midway to her mouth. "Well, we've developed from good morning then," She continued chewing her cereal. Catra rolled her eyes, coming to flop next to her on the couch. "I know you wanna wait until our yet-to-even-be-made child is a year old, so Sparkles said I could take on what your duties should be," Adora delved all her focus to the soggy cereal on her spoon. "Right? What does this have to do with Mermista?" She chewed another mouthful. "I know it's been five years since the war, and seeing as I'm temporarily Bright Moon's army general and advisor to the Queen, she and Mermaid think it'd be a good idea to do a speech and help finish up the war relieves happening over in Salineas still,"
Adora nodded. "Mm, sounds good," She agreed. Catra grinned. "Good. I knew you'd be ok with it, so I told them all anyway," Adora quirked a brow. "And if I wasn't ok with it?" She asked. Catra shrugged. "I dunno," The blonde rolled her eyes fondly, slurping up the last of the milk in the bowl. "When do you leave?" She asked. Catra frowned. "Um..." Her frown twisted to a wince. "Tomorrow morning," Adora huffed, dropping the spoon into the bowl. "How long will you be gone for?" She asked. Catra's wince only grew. "Two months..."
"Catra!"
"What!?"
The two wives glared at each other, waiting for the weaker one to break first. The problem was that they were both incredibly stubborn in their decisions, even more so in their glaring contests. Today, however, was their lucky day, for a blonde/red-headed little girl skipped into the room with a big grin. "Hi, mommies!" Catra broke the glare first, reaching to ruffle Violet's hair as she strolled past. "Mom!" Violet grumbled, smacking her hands away and smoothing her hair out. Adora shook her head softly and walked to the countertop for Violet's lunchbox. "Here, honey. I did your lunch for you, so you don't have to eat the crappy school food,"
Violet giggled as she peered into the lunchbox. She pulled back with a satisfied grin. "Vi-Ra approves," She laughed. Adora snorted, reaching for the brush and beginning to wade through the mass of knotted tangles. "Does she? I'm so glad," She paused as she looked at the calendar over the top of her daughter's head. "Looks like you're going with Spinny today. That ok?" Violet nodded with a grin. "Yeah! Maybe she'll use the winds!"
Adora rolled her eyes with a soft chuckle. "Wish you were that excited when we took you, little miss," Catra gently slapped her cheek with her tail. Violet giggled as she swatted it away. "You're my mommies. You're boring!" She paused and looked up at Adora, still brushing her hair, with a grin. "Cept you, mommy. You're She-Ra. And she's super cool," Adora looked up at her wife with a smug grin. "Wow, ok. Didn't realise we were raising a suckup,"
Violet stuck her tongue out.
Later that night, Adora sat curled up tightly on the bed, waiting for Catra to come out of the bathroom. She wasn't in any physical pain, but pain nevertheless. She'd waited until Catra left for her Brightmoon duties before reaching out to Castaspella. "Entrapta says the moon alignment is in four days. Can we do the ceremony then?" Was her greeting. "Good morning to you too, Adora. How are you this fine day?" Adora's hand shook as she held up the test. "I wanna get the ceremony done as soon as possible," Castaspella's eyes widened for a brief second before dimming in sympathy. "Oh, Adora..." The blonde warrior let the test fall into her lap as she swallowed back her tears. "Are you sure you don't want to wait? We can keep the magic under control until you're far along enough to deliver,"
Adora shook her head. "No. I wanna get it over with while it can pass as a period if it goes wrong," Castaspella's face went white with her bluntness. What? They don't exactly teach you basic manners in the Horde. "Um... we-" The head of Mystacor froze over her words. Adora felt her chin wobble with the magnitude of the situation. "Fine. You come to me tomorrow, and I'll talk through the procedure with you, and then we can go from there. Ok?"
So, there she was, laying as curled up as she could to try and preserve the last few nights with her little seed. Had she told Catra? No. Will she tell Catra? No. Not yet, anyway. During hers and Casta's research into the ceremony, they'd found out that the amount of magic leaving her at once would take absolutely everything. There'd be barely anything left to keep her alive. It's called magical removal. Some people fall into comas, others lose touch with their magical side, and others... well... die.
Most previous records have heavily said that a woman should not be pregnant when undertaking the procedure, as the likelihood of losing the baby was greater than ninety-five point eight or nine per cent. So, if the procedure went well, and she lost the baby, then she'd tell her wife. If, on the smallest of small off-chance she doesn't lose the baby, then that's something she'd face when she came to it.
Too in her own head to notice Catra sneaking into the bed and wrapping her arms around her, Adora flinched out of her skin. "What's wrong with you today? You've been very quiet," She muttered against Adora's ear. The latter sighed softly. "Just... busy mind, I guess. Worried about the ceremony," Catra tutted. "You sure you don't want me here? I'm sure Mermaid will understand," Adora snorted. "Nah, I'll be fine. I'll be asleep for most of it anyway," She sighed softly again, wrapping her arms around her middle. "You got period pains? Do you want the rice pouch?" Catra's hand was resting softly on the nape of her neck, rubbing gently. Adora ground her teeth to hide the tears. "Maybe. I dunno. Maybe I ate something funny," She lied. "They don't feel like period pains," She shifted, bringing her legs closer.
"Ok... if you're sure. I don't mind going and getting it," Catra offered. Adora rolled onto her other side, pressing herself into her wife's torso. "Just hold me," She whispered. Catra's arms wound around her back, pulling her in tightly. "I've got you," She whispered into her hair.
