[Log with James Norrington]

[carriesparasol]

Alexia was spending the evening relaxing in her study and reading one of the many books held within. Deep below the Wolsey manner she knew that her husband and every other wolf in the pack was shackled, suffering the ill affects of the full moon. Night hours had become like the day to her, living with the pack, but even if they hadn't, she wasn't sure if she would be able to sleep knowing what was happening just below her feet. Being that it was rather late, Alexia was dressed rather plainly as she sat in the study, her legs propped up by a second chair. Now in her fifth month of pregnancy her stomach certainly had a bump-like quality and her ankles had taken to swelling quite often. Propping them up was her best source of comfort. Obviously, she was not expecting and visitors at this late hour...

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[carriesparasol]

Yes, I suppose you may be right. Once he has met all of my demands, which he has already agreed to, my forgiveness will be his.

[chapter_behind]

How foolish of me, to assume you had it anything but perfectly in control.

[He laughs, but then sounds rather wistful.]

I suppose you have no way of knowing whether it is a boy or a girl...

late like a late, late thing

[carriesparasol]

No. I am afraid that surprise will remain one until they are born.

Re: late like a late, late thing

[chapter_behind]

Well. At least you can rest comfortably knowing that your child would never dare disobey you if you have a preference. [Dryly.]

[carriesparasol]

Ah, but it is already too late for not disobeying. I certainly had no plans for having a child, and yet am I. Already they are quite the rebellious child.

[chapter_behind]

Undoubtedly your husband's influence.

[carriesparasol]

Oh yes. I have no doubt of that.

[chapter_behind]

Poor Alexia.

[Supportive friend he is, he looks more pleased than he has the entire night.]

[carriesparasol]

I am so put upon. [She heavy a mock sigh.]

[chapter_behind]

Indeed. [His lips quirk upward.]

[carriesparasol]

You do not look terribly convinced.

[chapter_behind]

I will do my best to give a more convincing impression of compassion, the next time your child thwarts you.

[Definitely amused. Nothing lifts one's spirit like another's suffering.]