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The morning sickness was starting to ease a bit, or at least she seemed to be getting over it faster. Things had been difficult for the past few weeks, which meant she'd stayed mostly in her rooms except when Samael tempted her to the cabin. It seemed to be stabilizing some, and for that she was grateful. This whole pregnancy business was hard enough without the additional emotional upheavals.

She still needed a nap most afternoons, which worked well enough since Samael had things to attend to, but by the early evenings she was doing better. This particular evening she had ventured downstairs to the library in search of Samael and some diversion. Midir had been there and kept her entertained with stories of the Sidhe, helping her find books on his people and then having a grand time telling her every single point where the stories got it wrong.

She'd exhausted what she knew of the Dea al Mon in their first conversation, but she reciprocated with stories of the Blood and if Daemon had told him some of them already, he was polite enough not to mention it. He took his leave after an hour or so to go find Keelia and Michael for dinner, and she curled up on one of the couches with the book he'd recommended as not being too inaccurate, deciding to wait there until Samael got home.

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Methos had kept him a little later than usual, after telling him in no uncertain terms that he had Plans for the next few afternoons, and Soren was not to come over.

He might have bristled a little at that. But they'd been getting on so well (for them) in the past couple of weeks that he bit his tongue and didn't say anything.

He picked up some mint tea for Surreal on his way home, not entirely sure what their stores were like, but more couldn't hurt, and it wasn't as though it would go bad anytime soon. A rose as well, apology for his lateness. And as he made his way through the hall he was informed where she was, and that she seemed to have dozed off on the couch. He might have smiled a bit at that.

She was, indeed, curled up on the couch, although whether or not she was asleep, he couldn't tell from the doorway.

[*ties two lines together*]

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She had only meant to close her eyes to try and picture the world described in the book. While not precisely dosing off, she had gotten sucked into a half-dream state lulled by the comfort of the sofa and the vivid images in her head.

She sensed him, though, pulling back to consciousness, and smiling over at him.

"Hello."

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"Hello." He smiled, brushing her cheek with the rose before offering it to you.

"They kept me over late; apparently Methos has decided to drag Wes and Fred for a few days' holiday, so we had to finish up some things. I'm sorry."

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She took the rose with a smile. "It's all right. Midir kept me amused for a while, before he went off to find his Lady and make sure she ate."

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Sam smiled, kissed her cheek. "He is a gentleman," he admitted.

"Well, and what are you in the mood for tonight?"

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She smiled and stretched a little. "I'm not sure."

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"We have the whole evening to ourselves, and the next few days, too." Sam grinned, waggling his eyebrows in a more goofy manner.

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She laughed, tracing her fingers down his cheek. "Well that just calls for some sort of mischief."