Mary had been anxiously waiting for Gabriel to show up the past evening, her worry over their son and the events of the afternoon had been building quite steadily ever since Kirby Catchlove left for the evening. She wondered how everything would work out, with them being from two opposite worlds; what sort of life would their son lead, how would they even handle custody issues. Mostly, Mary worried that she wasn't going to be the type of mother her son deserved. It was her fault that he was possibly dead (though she didn't want to think that), and she wasn't sure if she would be able to fully forgive herself if that were the case.
She fell asleep rather early, giving up on Gabriel visiting anytime that evening once the nurses started on their rounds to shove family and friends off so other patients could get their rest. As she was eating dinner, she felt a few feeble nudges which was such a relief for Mary. Her son was alive, though very very sluggish in his movements. In the morning, she awoke quite suddenly to what she thought was another attack, but turned out to be the gentle knocking of Gabriel at her door. Propped up on her elbows, she couldn't help but smile at the flowers produced from behind his back as her breathing slowed to a normal . "Oh, Gabriel! I--thank you."
"I'm feeling better, now that I'm more rested..." Maybe she was overreacting; maybe things were just fine, and the baby was just--being conservative with energy use. Maybe. Her hand slipped down to her stomach, the pad of her thumb placing a bit of pressure just above her belly button. He'd moved a little for her (and more while she was sleeping, she was sure), so why was she still so worried about this? "It's nice to see you," she added softly, pushing herself up so she could rest her back against the wall behind her. She was tired of lying down.
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