s a f e t y net (angel/liam)

[calcetines]

Angel gave a sympathetic cringe as Cici had to go and vomit her coffee and whatever else she had eaten for breakfast. The first few weeks when the baby was able to pull on your strings were the worst, she was still not completely over the tuna ordeal. She didn't think that she would be able to eat a tuna sandwich again in her life. Angel wasn't sure what to say, so she remained quiet, eating her biscuit, waiting for Cici to make the next move.

[* JAQI]

In spite of having just thrown up for the third time that morning, Cici was hungry, but what she- really, the baby- wanted was currently a mystery. She began looking around the kitchen, trying to find some inspiration. Biscuits? No. Fresh fruit? No. Cici began opening various jars and smelling the contents to see if they were appealing. She finally came up with a jar of Nutella, and upon opening it, instantly discovered that was what she had been looking for. Cici seated herself at the table with a jar and a spoon. The first taste almost instantly soothed her monstrous craving.

[calcetines]

Angel swallowed her mouthful of biscuit. "The first trimester is always the worst regarding food," said she, pausing to take another bite of biscuit, and then continuing. "But don't worry, second trimester is amazing." Now was when Angel felt that she was truly enjoying the experience of being pregnant. She still had to pee a lot, but she could eat almost anything that she wanted without throwing it up. But she supposed that a few months from now she would be sick of being pregnant. But as for then, she was not even sad about the ordeal with Wolfgang, Angel had Bradly now, he treated her more highly than her ex-boyfriend ever did.

[* JAQI]

Cici swallowed a mouthful of Nutella forcefully. What she really wanted with this was a glass of milk, but at the mere thought she felt a mild wave of nausea, as if a warning from the baby Don't you dare do that. Orange juice. Yes, with lots of pulp. Cici poured herself a glass, normally she hated juice with the pulp in it, feeling as if it were like drinking hair. But right now, that juice and Nutella were the best things in the world. "Good to know I've only a few months to go before I can eat something," said Cici with a faint smile.

[calcetines]

Angel chuckled a bit, and then finished what remained of her breakfast. Without being asked, she began to clean up after the mess, no doubt Mrs. O'Malley would appreciate some help around the house. It was the least she could do as they were providing her with a safe place to stay. She hummed quietly to herself as she began washing dishes, feeling Isaiah and Morgayne stirring, although they were beginning to run out of room to move about. She wasn't sure what her condition would be in a mere three months.

[* JAQI]

"What do you mean she's 'not there'?" snapped a voice ruthlessly. Cici recognized that tone, it was Isabelle. "We've gone everywhere and we can't find a trace, it's like she's up and vanished!" said the other, presumably a Death Eater. "Girls six months pregnant with twins don't just disappear Dawlish, the Order must be behind..."

Cici did not get to hear the rest of the conversation, as she snapped out of her vision and back into the O'Malley's kitchen. She blinked a few times, hoping that she had not looked too spacey for too long, but knew that Angel would understand this better than Liam's parents. Thankfully, the both of them had left the room.