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Post by Caraf Tewar on Mar 14, 2009 20:38:27 GMT -5
I’d returned home from the fete feeling shaken and unsure of anything. I didn’t understand why things had gone so wrong with Juliette and even though I had urged Elliot to stay, I didn’t understand how he could have let me come home alone.
I asked for the bath to be filled and went up our bedroom. I undressed, just able to manage it by myself, and undid my hair. A soft knock on the door signaled that the bath was ready and I called my thanks.
I went to the bathing room and sighed softly at the feel of the warm steam caressing against my skin. From the shelf I selected a couple oils to add to the water and then slowly lowered myself into the hot water. The servants knew I like the water very hot and I was grateful for their skill and memories.
Closing my eyes, I leaned my head back on the edge of the tub and let myself be taken over by the relaxing atmosphere as I tried to forget everything that had happened that night.
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Post by Caraf Tewar on Mar 16, 2009 23:46:15 GMT -5
The water finally grew cold enough that I pulled myself from the bath and dried myself off. Taking a bottle of oil, I went into the bedroom to sit in front of the fire. I felt much better now, much more relaxed.
I poured some of the oil the chirrugeon had given me to help the stretching of my skin and began to sing softly to myself and the baby.
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Post by Caraf Tewar on Mar 18, 2009 0:43:54 GMT -5
The baby inside me moved gently as I sang to him. I so hoped it was a boy. I knew I would love our child no matter what the sex was, but I wanted to give Elliot a son.
The oil made my skin soft and it gleamed in the firelight. Once I was done and my hair mostly dry, I slipped on a robe, though I left it loose not wanting anything around my belly that wasn’t absolutely necessary. Then I went to the desk, retrieved some of my stationary, and wrote a note to Juliette. When that was finished I sealed and addressed it and set it in the pile of correspondence to go out the next day.
The night was warm enough that I decided to go out and lay on the couch out on the balcony while I waited for Elliot to come home.
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