“No, I’m okay. I just flood off and on. Isn’t that right, honey-pie?” she said to Leonardo.
“We had baby carrots last night.” He was already passing her tissues. “She cried for ten minutes.”
Obviously the memory made her laugh, as she grinned and turned to give the bulk of him a squeeze. “I don’t know how you put up with me. Three in the morning? I woke up starved. Like shackled-in-the-cellar-for-a-week starved. And my baby bear got up and fixed me scrambled eggs. Oh, oh, check it out!” She bounced again as she looked at the canopied chair. “It’s like a throne, right? I get to sit there.”
“That’s your spot,” Eve confirmed.
“Can I give you a hand, your majesty?” Roarke offered his.
“This is TTF. Too Totally Frosty. You’re going to run away for the day with my sweetie, aren’t you?”
“As soon as humanly possible,” he told her, and helped her into the chair.
“Well, okay. I give you leave.”
“Give her the stuff,” Peabody whispered.
“She might start crying again.”
“I get stuff? Already?” Since she was sitting, the best Mavis could do was bounce on her butt. “What? Where? Oh, God, I love stuff.”
Uneasy about the results, Eve went to a cabinet, took out the scepter and tiara.
“Oh, boy! Uptown squared.”
Relieved because this time Mavis’s eyes glittered with laughter instead of tears, Eve passed the tiara to Leonardo.
“You probably know how to get it on right.”
“Crown me, moonpie,” Mavis told him. “And let the games begin.”
Within the hour, the room was so full of estrogen Eve thought she could bottle it and sell it on the black market. Women nibbled, sipped, cooed over other women’s protruding bellies and chatted about the things she understood they chatted about when they got together as a species.
Hair. That’s a great look for you, and what a mag color! Where do you go?
Clothes. Absolutely fabulous shoes. Are they comfortable?
Men. He just doesn’t listen to what I need to say.
And due to the nature of the event, they talked of babies, babies, and more babies.
The new fact she discovered was that women who’d already had children felt compelled to share their childbirth experiences with those about to head to the labor mines.
Sixteen hours, and two and a half of that pushing. But it was worth it.
Titania popped out as soon as my water broke. If I’d been ten minutes later getting to the birthing center, she’d have been born in the cab!
I had to have a C. Wiley just wouldn’t turn.
They were also full of advice.
You have to get Magdelina’s Symphony For Giving Life! I’d have been lost without it. So empowering.
Water births are the only way to go. I had both of mine in a birthing lagoon. It’s a religious experience.
Take the drugs.
And that one, Eve thought, was the most sensible statement of the day.