Baby steps

Month 8: Coronation Blues.

Glimmer's coronation is the last thing Adora needs in her last month of pregnancy.

Set during S4 E1

Suuuuuuuuuuuuuper fucking long. Like... over 5.3k words, long.

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"People are starting to arrive. I can't believe this is really my coronation day... Me! Queen Glimmer. Ugh. It sounds so weird,"

Adora shifted on the chair, wincing softly. "Queen Glimmer. Queen Glimmah. Ka-ween Glimmer! Yeah, that's going to take some getting used to," Adora snorted, rubbing her stomach. It felt oddly tight... maybe the portal shit was finally catching up to her... it had been two weeks, and this was the first time she'd really breathed.

Even if it was Glimmer's coronation.

"I just... never thought it would actually happen," She looked down. Adora grunted softly as she pushed off the chair, waddling over to her friend's shoulder. She grabbed it softly. "Hey, don't worry. You've got me and Bow beside you all the way. We'll make sure this day is perfect," Glimmer nodded, grabbing Adora's hand. "Yeah, you're right. We've got this. Do I look okay?" Adora smiled. "Like a queen," She teased.

The doors burst open with a bang; revealing Castaspella, in all her dishevelled glory. "Here you all are! What are you standing around for? The guests are starting to arrive! Come on! There's so much to do!" Adora shuffled over to the door, propping it open for Bow and Glimmer. The latter groaned as she walked through the doors.

Before she could walk too far away, a hand was on her shoulder. She winced softly, turning. "Are you ok, Adora? You seem... off, today," Bow asked hesitantly. Ignoring the question, Adora replied with: "I'm worried about Glimmer," Bow raised a brow. He puffed slightly, ignoring the way Adora avoided the question.

"Must be hard celebrating with Angella being gone..." He said. Adora rubbed her stomach again as it grew tighter. Maybe it was the constant standing? Bow noticed. "It's her coronation. This should be a perfect day for Glimmer," She said. Bow gestured to a chair. "Can you sit? Being on your feet this much at eight months pregnant can't be good for you," Adora rolled her eyes as Bow led her to the chair. She sat, exhaling in relief. Her stomach no longer felt quite as tight, and her feet stopped pounding in time with her pulse.

"We'll make it perfect. All we have to do is keep her mind off–" She continued.

"-Angella?" Bow interrupted gently.

Adora's eyes filled with tears as her heart grew heavy. Despite Angella not having any relation to her whatsoever, Adora still felt like she was the closest thing to a mother she'd ever had... but in helping Glimmer try to process everything, and keeping herself healthy enough to finish the final month of her pregnancy, Adora had... somewhat... neglected... her own need to process Angella's death.

She shook her head. "Off everything, yes," Her stomach grew tight again, catching her off guard with a grimace. Bow narrowed his eyes. "Up. We're going to the healers," Adora protested as he hauled her off the chair. "Nu-uh. Don't wanna hear it. You're my friend, my very pregnant friend, and something's not adding," He said, covering her mouth. Adora humphed.

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"So why are we here, today, Adora? More broken bones?" Amalthea, the head healer, teased as Adora waddled into the room. Bow followed up the rear. She eased onto the bed, huffing. "Worry wart over there made me come," She gestured with her thumb. Bow crossed his arms. Amalthea snorted as she washed her hands. "And why is that?" She put some gloves on. Adora shrugged. Bow coughed pointedly. Adora ignored him. Bow sighed. "Something's wrong with her. She keeps touching her belly with a grimace," He said. Adora side-eyed him as best as she could. Amalthea chuckled. "It's more than likely just regular muscle pain," She moved to the bed. "It's common in the final trimester, the final month most of all," She reached for Adora's belly, lifting her shirt up. "When are you due, Adora?" She asked.