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After the scare they’d had early on that Florence and Skylar together had somehow miraculously come to their rescue on, Jonathan had reached new levels of over-protective that rivaled even his concerns when they’d been worried about April attacking anyone left alone. He didn’t want her to be alone or even to get out of bed hardly, to the point that he’d insisted on bringing her art supplies into their bedroom so she’d only have to move a few feet to a stool if she had a vision or just wanted to paint. She didn’t complain—much—even if getting up to bake before her husband woke (or at any time unsupervised) was forbidden, because even if some of the rules Jonathan set seemed excessive, she didn’t want to lose their baby. And if it was because she’d been selfish, she’d never forgive herself. Still, there were things she didn’t always adhere to as strictly when Jonathan was gone, like writing to Skylar or Florence to stay with her (if he didn’t contact one of them himself before he left) or staying away from eating too many of the desserts she craved, and with him absent more than he’d been since preventing the apocalypse, you’d think she’d be grateful for those hours of freedom, but she was uneasy about it instead.
It wasn’t that she spent most of that time by herself, not wanting to impose of Florence and Skylar, who were doing really well and spending lots of time together themselves or that she thought Jonathan didn’t love her anymore or anything like that… It was more of a bad feeling, one she’d been fighting since he’d reached out to April to help with their project of categorizing their magical objects. He’d found one that he thought might belong to War and had surprised her by reaching out to April. Cat hadn’t wanted to be there or see April, wasn’t even sure she’d ever be comfortable being in the same room as the other immortal again, but after that, Jonathan had started acting odd, and in the past couple of weeks, he’d started visiting April with increasing frequency. He wouldn’t talk to her, tried to deny that anything was wrong, and she had a bad feeling about the whole situation.
A situation that Cat had tried to explain to Florence as they baked cookies together. She’d barely been in the kitchen since the scare almost four months ago, but thankfully, Florence could always be persuaded to bake with her, even if she had to promise to sit at the table and have Florence bring what she needed to her. With only three months left to go before the baby was due, she had a sizable baby bump and a child that expressed its gratefulness for frosting by pushing against her with its little fist—or foot. But despite not being able to go to a doctor to find out what gender the baby was because of her status as an immortal, Cat had become fond of teasing Jonathan by addressing the baby as Giovanni Jr. “So that’s what’s been going on since I saw you last week… It’s gotten better, rather than worse, and I’m afraid whatever’s going on is bad and Jonathan’s hiding it from me because he’s trying not to stress me out. He hasn’t said anything to you about it, has he?” She asked as she finished relating what had been happening to Florence, who sat across from her, decorating cookies. There were more in the oven that were nearly ready to come out, since Cat had gone a bit overboard, particularly in how much chocolate had gone into them, and since frosting was always Florence’s contribution to their baking time when they made cookies or cakes, Cat sat with a bowl of frosting and a spoon, happily snacking as she spoke. She had to now—before her husband came back and took her frosting away.
September 26th, 2020 at 01:22am
