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Faolan was sitting on the floor at Ellandra's feet where she was comfortably reclining on their couch, staring intently at her exposed stomach, her shirt having been pushed up by him. He'd been sitting that way for the past twenty minutes at least, ever since he'd seen a tiny foot press against her belly from inside while kissing her tummy. Now he was waiting to see if one or both of the twins would do it again.

"Are they moving at all, Elle?" he asked, adjusting his position so he was on his knees, arms resting on her thighs.

"Ah, well. At least I got to see that. I didn't know they could do something like that," Faolan said, leaning forward and hugging her, nuzzling against her belly. One of the twins kicked at that moment and he pulled back, blinking. "If I didn't know better, I'd say one of them just kicked me on purpose."

He grinned up at his wife, then noticed her expression. "What's wrong, Elle? You look like someone just peed in your oatmeal." He tugged her shirt back down over her belly, figuring that was part of it, even though he liked his pregnant wife's body and saw no reason for her not to show it off. She was a sacred vessel or some goofy thing like that--one of the ladies in the camp was always yelling at him to be better to Elle because of that. Sacred vessel made his wife sound like she was a bucket of blessed water, and so he decided he'd likely never mention that he was chided often by some of the ladies for not catering to his "sacred vessel's" every need twenty-four hours a day.

"Thinkin' about what, lover?" the young man asked, tilting his head to the side. "I like hearin' your thoughts. It's what gets me up in the mornin'. Well, that and pancakes."

"You know I love you more than pancakes, Elle," Fao chuckled, then sighed. "Sad thoughts or not, I wanna hear them. I feel like I'm failin' you as a husband when you donnae let me try to help you."

Faolan's ears went up a bit, eyes widening, then he gave her an incredulous expression, figuring she was just teasing him. "You? Not pretty? La, girl, you're gorgeous. Even more so haulin' my bairns around. Lee ain't got anythin' at all to do with how I feel about you. I love you more than anything, Elle. You're my other half. How could I not love you?"

He moved to sit on the couch beside her, pulling her into a hug and stroking her hair. "Ay, love, is that what's been botherin' you? You think you have to compete with Lee? I care about her, but I donnae love her, not exactly, I suppose. She could never compare to you."

Faolan just sighed, not even sure where to begin on the whole mess. "You're not a balloon. Sure, you're a puffy version of your normal self, but you ain't any less beautiful. Turn me on now as much as you ever did, maybe more so, but I might just havin' somethin' wrong with my head. I ain't sure." He scooted about on the couch so he could face her, one leg under him and the other on the floor. "Look, Elle. Lee ain't better. Different, sure, but I ain't leavin' you for her and I don't plan to. I care about her, but I'd be a shite not to after draggin' her into this mess. You're the one I love. I donnae know how else to convince you of that."

Faolan just rubbed his face with one hand. Women. Honestly. "Elle, you are worth more to me than all the money of Drente, worth more than the life of any other person. There are no words for how much I love you. New words would have to be invented and they'd still pale to how much I feel for you." He watched her a bit, then rested a hand on her belly. "Oi, bairns. Quit beatin' up your dam, eh? We're talkin' here."

He tilted her chin up so Elle would look at him. "You ain't makin' it worse, Elle. I think it's a lot to deal with on top of the emotions you got from bein' pregnant. If anyone's to blame in this, it's me."