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Sypha comes shuffling groggily back from the bathroom wearing a long, loose (except for where it hugs her pregnant belly) white nightgown with ruffles on the edges of the sleeves and bottom hem.
"What is that you're wearing?" Trevor asks, stifling a laugh. "I didn't know you owned anything so...umm…"
She rolls her eyes. "It's a nightgown, Trevor."
"I guess I just assumed the Speakers frowned upon such frivolously domestic things. I mean writing, stable living arrangements...nightfrocks."
"This is Alucard's…" Sypha huffs as she draws it self-consciously down around her middle. "Nothing else fits!"
"What's wrong with just sleeping naked like usual?"
"If I go into labor, which it feels like I might, I don't want to have to scramble around for something to throw on."
"I thought we agreed you were going to have it here at the estate instead of at the clinic in the village?"
"Yes, but with Greta and Alucard here to help. We've devised a signal -- three chimes of the old church bell, which you'll be in charge of climbing up that rickety ladder to ring."
"I hardly think a bit of nudity is going to offend either of them. Especially since you've enlisted them to help with the whole..." Trevor motions vaguely down below her protruding stomach. "...that. I mean it's nothing we haven't all seen before, right?"
"Why are you arguing with me about this?!"
"I'm not…?"
"It's just a fucking nightgown!” she shouts. “I can wear it if I want to!"
"Sorry…" Trevor does his best to keep from grinning at her as she stamps her swollen feet and looks more adorable than ever. He has always gotten a kick out of riling her up over the silliest of things, until she’s red in the face or blasting him with fireballs, and she, in turn, has always seemed to enjoy any excuse to lose her temper with him. But the last thing he wants is to have to scramble up the belltower tonight and then explain to Sypha's two doting midwives that he induced early labor by teasing her about her choice of sleepwear. "You're right, of course. Makes perfect sense." He can’t resist a cheeky little wink, though.
"I know I’m right!" Sypha takes a deep breath and glances sheepishly at their bed, which she swears has gotten further off the floor in these past few weeks.
"Need help?"
"No…!" She tries to climb into bed belly first but gets stuck halfway. "...yes…" she whimpers, teetering precariously with one knee on the mattress.
"Of course, my dear."
Trevor slips off the bed and stands up beside her with only a hint of smugness, offering his arm for her to grasp as she maneuvers herself the rest of the way onto the mattress.
"I want to get as much sleep as I can before your child decides to make its entrance."
"Yes, darling…" he yawns.
"Trevor…" she groans plaintively as she settles onto her side, facing away from him. They both know she’ll be tossing and turning within minutes. And back to the bathroom within the hour.
"What is it, my love?" He lays down next to her, a bit uncertain whether or not a back rub or any kind of affection will be met with relief or anger.
“Try not to be such an ass, for once in your life?" She smiles, closing her eyes, and he smiles, too, sliding his arm carefully around her and resting his hand over her stomach as she nuzzles back against him.