Charmed
Page 36
"Come on in, Mel. You should be an expert at this now. After all, you helped Sebastian and me deliver the foal just a few months ago."
"I feel like a horse," Morgana muttered, "but that doesn't mean I appreciate the comparison."
"I don't want to interrupt, or get in the way or—Oh, boy," she whispered when Morgana threw her head back and began to puff like a steam engine.
"Okay, okay." Nash gripped her hand and fumbled with a stopwatch. "Here comes another one. We're doing fine, just fine."
"We, hell," Morgana said between her teeth. "I'd like to see you—"
"Breathe." Ana's voice was gentle as she placed crystals over Morgana's belly. They hovered in the air, gleaming with an unearthly light that Mel tried to take in stride.
After all, she reminded herself, she'd been married to a witch for two months.
"It's all right, babe." Nash pressed his lips to her hand, wishing desperately for the pain to pass. "It's almost over."
"Don't go." She gripped his hand hard as the contraction began to ease. "Don't go."
"I'm right here. You're wonderful." As Ana had instructed him, he cooled Morgana's face with a damp cloth. "I love you, gorgeous."
"You'd better." She managed a smile and let out a long, cleansing breath. Knowing she had a ways to go, she closed her eyes. "How am I doing, Ana?"
"Great. A couple more hours."
"A couple—" Nash bit off the words and fixed on a smile that was sick around the edges. "Terrific."
Mel cleared her throat, and Ana glanced over. "I'm sorry. We got a little distracted."
"No problem. I just thought you'd want to know Boone's here—with Jessie."
"Oh." Ana mopped her own brow with her shirtsleeve. "I'd forgotten. I'll be right down. Would you send Aunt Bryna up?"
"Sure. Hey, Morgana, we're all with you."
Morgana's smile was just a tad wicked. "Great. Want to change places?"
"I'll pass this time, thanks." She was edging toward the door. "I'll just get out of your way."
"You're not going to be gone long." Struggling against panic, Nash rubbed the small of Morgana's back and looked pleadingly at Ana.
"Only a minute or two. And Aunt Bryna's very skilled. Besides, we need some brandy."
"Brandy? She's not supposed to drink."
"For you," Ana said gently as she slipped out of the room.
The first thing Ana noted when she reached the parlor was that Jessie was being very well entertained. Ana's mother was laughing her lusty, full-bodied laugh as Jessie recounted her class's escapades at the school Halloween party. Since Jessie was already cuddling two stuffed animals, Ana deduced that her father had already been up to his tricks.
She certainly hoped he'd been discreet.
"Things are well upstairs?" Bryna said quietly as they passed in the doorway.
"Perfect. You'll be a grandmother before midnight."
"Bless you, Anastasia." Bryna kissed her cheek. "And I do like your young man."
"He's not—" But her aunt was already hurrying upstairs.
And there was Boone standing by the fireplace, where the flames crackled cheerily, drinking what was surely one of her father's concoctions and listening, with an expression of fascinated bemusement, to one of her Uncle Douglas's stories.
"So, naturally, we took the poor soul in for the night. Storm being what it was. And what did he do but go screeching out in the morning, shouting about banshees and ghosts and the like. Touched," Douglas said sadly, tapping a finger to his head, where an orange silk hat now resided. "A sad and sorry tale."
"Perhaps it had something to do with you clanging about in that suit of armor," Matthew Donovan commented, wanning a brandy in his long-fingered hands.
"No, no, a suit of armor doesn't resemble a banshee in the least. I imagine it was Maureen's cat screeching that did it."
"My cats do not screech," she said, insulted. "They're quite well behaved."
"I have a dog," Jessie piped up. "But I like cats, too."
"Is that so?" Always willing to oblige, Padrick plucked a yellow-striped stuffed kitten from between her fairy wings. "How about this one?"
"Oh!" Jessie buried her face in its fur, then delighted Padrick by climbing onto his lap and kissing his rosy cheek.
"Da." Ana leaned over the sofa to press her lips to his balding head. "You never change."
"Ana!" Jessie bounced on Padrick's lap and tried to hold up her entire menagerie at once. "Your daddy's the funniest person in the world!"
"I like him myself." She tilted her head curiously. "But who are you?"
I'm Jessie." Giggling, she climbed down to turn in a circle.
"No, really?"
"Honest. Daddy made me a fairy princess for Halloween."
"You certainly sound like Jessie." Ana crouched down. "Give me a kiss and let's see."
Jessie pressed her painted lips to Ana's, flushing with pleasure at her costume's success. "Didn't you know me? Really?"
"You fooled me completely. I was certain you were a real fairy princess."
"Your daddy said you were his fairy princess 'cause your mama was a queen."
Maureen let out another peal of laughter, and winked at her husband. "My little frog."
"I'm sorry I can't stay and talk," Ana told Jessie.
"I know. You're helping get Morgana's babies out. Do they come out together or one at a time?"
"One at a time, I hope." She laughed, tousling Jessie's hair, and looked over at Boone. "You know you're welcome to stay as long as you like. There's plenty of food."
"Don't worry about us. How's Morgana?"
"Very well. Actually, I came down to get some brandy for Nash. His nerves are about shot."
With an understanding nod, Matthew picked up a decanter and a snifter. "He has my sympathy." When he passed them to her, she felt a jolt of his power and knew that, however calm his exterior, his mind and his heart were upstairs with his daughter.
"I feel like a horse," Morgana muttered, "but that doesn't mean I appreciate the comparison."
"I don't want to interrupt, or get in the way or—Oh, boy," she whispered when Morgana threw her head back and began to puff like a steam engine.
"Okay, okay." Nash gripped her hand and fumbled with a stopwatch. "Here comes another one. We're doing fine, just fine."
"We, hell," Morgana said between her teeth. "I'd like to see you—"
"Breathe." Ana's voice was gentle as she placed crystals over Morgana's belly. They hovered in the air, gleaming with an unearthly light that Mel tried to take in stride.
After all, she reminded herself, she'd been married to a witch for two months.
"It's all right, babe." Nash pressed his lips to her hand, wishing desperately for the pain to pass. "It's almost over."
"Don't go." She gripped his hand hard as the contraction began to ease. "Don't go."
"I'm right here. You're wonderful." As Ana had instructed him, he cooled Morgana's face with a damp cloth. "I love you, gorgeous."
"You'd better." She managed a smile and let out a long, cleansing breath. Knowing she had a ways to go, she closed her eyes. "How am I doing, Ana?"
"Great. A couple more hours."
"A couple—" Nash bit off the words and fixed on a smile that was sick around the edges. "Terrific."
Mel cleared her throat, and Ana glanced over. "I'm sorry. We got a little distracted."
"No problem. I just thought you'd want to know Boone's here—with Jessie."
"Oh." Ana mopped her own brow with her shirtsleeve. "I'd forgotten. I'll be right down. Would you send Aunt Bryna up?"
"Sure. Hey, Morgana, we're all with you."
Morgana's smile was just a tad wicked. "Great. Want to change places?"
"I'll pass this time, thanks." She was edging toward the door. "I'll just get out of your way."
"You're not going to be gone long." Struggling against panic, Nash rubbed the small of Morgana's back and looked pleadingly at Ana.
"Only a minute or two. And Aunt Bryna's very skilled. Besides, we need some brandy."
"Brandy? She's not supposed to drink."
"For you," Ana said gently as she slipped out of the room.
The first thing Ana noted when she reached the parlor was that Jessie was being very well entertained. Ana's mother was laughing her lusty, full-bodied laugh as Jessie recounted her class's escapades at the school Halloween party. Since Jessie was already cuddling two stuffed animals, Ana deduced that her father had already been up to his tricks.
She certainly hoped he'd been discreet.
"Things are well upstairs?" Bryna said quietly as they passed in the doorway.
"Perfect. You'll be a grandmother before midnight."
"Bless you, Anastasia." Bryna kissed her cheek. "And I do like your young man."
"He's not—" But her aunt was already hurrying upstairs.
And there was Boone standing by the fireplace, where the flames crackled cheerily, drinking what was surely one of her father's concoctions and listening, with an expression of fascinated bemusement, to one of her Uncle Douglas's stories.
"So, naturally, we took the poor soul in for the night. Storm being what it was. And what did he do but go screeching out in the morning, shouting about banshees and ghosts and the like. Touched," Douglas said sadly, tapping a finger to his head, where an orange silk hat now resided. "A sad and sorry tale."
"Perhaps it had something to do with you clanging about in that suit of armor," Matthew Donovan commented, wanning a brandy in his long-fingered hands.
"No, no, a suit of armor doesn't resemble a banshee in the least. I imagine it was Maureen's cat screeching that did it."
"My cats do not screech," she said, insulted. "They're quite well behaved."
"I have a dog," Jessie piped up. "But I like cats, too."
"Is that so?" Always willing to oblige, Padrick plucked a yellow-striped stuffed kitten from between her fairy wings. "How about this one?"
"Oh!" Jessie buried her face in its fur, then delighted Padrick by climbing onto his lap and kissing his rosy cheek.
"Da." Ana leaned over the sofa to press her lips to his balding head. "You never change."
"Ana!" Jessie bounced on Padrick's lap and tried to hold up her entire menagerie at once. "Your daddy's the funniest person in the world!"
"I like him myself." She tilted her head curiously. "But who are you?"
I'm Jessie." Giggling, she climbed down to turn in a circle.
"No, really?"
"Honest. Daddy made me a fairy princess for Halloween."
"You certainly sound like Jessie." Ana crouched down. "Give me a kiss and let's see."
Jessie pressed her painted lips to Ana's, flushing with pleasure at her costume's success. "Didn't you know me? Really?"
"You fooled me completely. I was certain you were a real fairy princess."
"Your daddy said you were his fairy princess 'cause your mama was a queen."
Maureen let out another peal of laughter, and winked at her husband. "My little frog."
"I'm sorry I can't stay and talk," Ana told Jessie.
"I know. You're helping get Morgana's babies out. Do they come out together or one at a time?"
"One at a time, I hope." She laughed, tousling Jessie's hair, and looked over at Boone. "You know you're welcome to stay as long as you like. There's plenty of food."
"Don't worry about us. How's Morgana?"
"Very well. Actually, I came down to get some brandy for Nash. His nerves are about shot."
With an understanding nod, Matthew picked up a decanter and a snifter. "He has my sympathy." When he passed them to her, she felt a jolt of his power and knew that, however calm his exterior, his mind and his heart were upstairs with his daughter.
