The next morning, as intended, Garin got up well before Nadia. She had been beating him to breakfast-making lately, but this time, he wanted to take over. He knew she hadn’t been feeling well lately, and he didn’t feel the need to cause her to be on her feet any more than she needed to. He paused halfway through his walk to the kitchen, and turned to look at the main living area. He had noticed, even if she had never mentioned it, that during the day, she had been using his chair to sew in. He knew this, because she’d missed one of the pins, and he’d sat on it. That was certainly not delightful. He also knew exactly where she’d been keeping every bit of her sewing things. Until recently, she had kept them in a chest in her room, but it seemed she felt too tired of late to put them there, so she had put them as neatly as possible in a basket nearby ‘her’ chair.
The sun had not yet risen, so Garin decided he had enough time to spare until breakfast. This time he spent by switching where their chairs sat, and then moving her sewing basket. He frowned; all of her things were getting tangled in the basket from lack of room. He would fix this, he decided, rather than hear her fuss over any more tangled thread. Silently, he entered her room where she slept silently… almost. She had a soft snore, which took all of Garin’s willpower to not burst into laughter.
Thankfully, the now-empty chest was fairly close to the door, so he simply picked it up and walked out of her room, setting it beside the chair that seemed to be more comfortable for Nadia. He barely saw her shift here and there in it, as opposed to the other chair, so he hoped it would help her back as well. He returned to shut her door, then went back to the chest he’d moved and began separating her fabrics from the strings and needles. There was what looked to be a cloak of intricate design on the very top of the pile, and he couldn’t help but envy the softness of the fabric. It was much more soft than his own gray cloak, and very, very much more beautiful. He assumed she must have been making it for herself, or her child, since it was so intricate. Still, deciding it was best not to snoop, he separated the things, then placed the basket of needles and thread inside the chest alongside the fabrics. He closed it then, and set to making breakfast; a reward for his not-so-difficult morning chore.
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Nadia slowly opened her bedroom door and tiptoed out of the room. The sun was just coming up and she’d been awoken by a swarm of butterflies in her stomach, although she couldn’t really decide if it was butterflies or just the baby. She felt excited at that prospect though and couldn’t get back to sleep after the fact. It was a gorgeous morning and once she’d opened her window she discovered the first feelings of a fall breeze. The joy was overwhelming, and she was determined to not let Garin determine how her day would go. So out she went, smelling the air and noticing that it smelled just like fresh bacon and eggs. They always had bacon for breakfast, she noted, maybe one day she would try and make pancakes.
“Good morning.” Nadia yawned peacefully, walking up to Garin where he was already sitting down to a well deserved breakfast.
“Morning.” He pointed to the stove, “There’s bacon there and a plate.”
“Thank you.” She made her plate quietly and then turned around to face the table. “I...” She began, but then stopped herself. She didn’t know if he’d really care what she felt that morning, but then he’d been surprising her too. “I felt something this morning.” She said in a bored tone.
