Ita McNairee: *ok. so maybe she shouldn't be up. but she felt like if she lay in bed any longer she'd turn into jello. just a little biit of movement. nothing too stressful or difficult, she promises herself as the tank of a pikey waddles towards the kitchen*

Ita McNairee: *uneasy, the baby'd been restless, movement more severe today, poking at her and fidgetting in there. a bangled hand rubs the swell of her stomach as she pauses to let the crows land on her shoulders. spotted puppies bouncing happily at her feet with little regard to the woman's precarious balance.* och.. careful dags.. ye'll nae be sae 'appy effen ah land awn ye.. *she warns in a soft singsong, other hand finding the wall to support her*

Ita McNairee: *milk chocolate eyes slip up to the clock, fretting a little, she moves to scoop some kibble for the dogs, kitchen suddenly overfull. a crooked smile to the Husky as he curls his lips back at the puppys.* och darlin.. nae need fer tha.. *she pauses, listening for an answer before she lets out a raucous laugh, hand smoothing over the furry dog's head* och darlin.. ye kain ye'll aulways be me favorite, nae need tae fret. but aye. jes dinnae gie carried awa en teachen em manners aye?

Micah Carrington: Noise sounds from the second bedroom, brief and quiet.

Ita McNairee: *the kibble patters into the dish loudly, as the round gypsy is unable to bend far enough, she makes a bit of a mess, sighing, but Clay gets an appreciative smile as he sucks up everything on the floor, dogs digging in as she continues scooping. between the 4 of them they were devouring a bag of dogfood every week. she sighs and leans on the counter. trapped in by dogs anyway* Och. there ye are darlins...*a noise and she looks up. uh oh? was she busted? she sidesteps around the dogs, giving clay a smack out the way as she waddles closer* ... allo?

Micah Carrington: "Hi," he calls, sounding sleepy and almost sweet. The door opens and he tumbles himself into the hall in his black boxers, curls sticking up all over his head, his glasses missing.

Ita McNairee: *crows flutter on her shoulders in irritation, before ita waves them towards the kibble with a nasal caw. they can pester the dogs. she rubs a hawked nose sheepishly, giving a warm smile upon seeing micah. maybe a little guilty* och.. allo darlin. didnae kain ye were en tha house..

Micah Carrington: "Yeah. Sorry. Shoulda warned you." A pause as he takes in the situation, one hand scrubbing at his hair, the other his face. "Why are you up?"

Ita McNairee: *she rakes a hand through her hair and offers* dags said they were 'ungry. reckoned ah could dae tha o least.. aye?

Micah Carrington: "No. They're going to have to learn to wait until Aerin's home," he murmurs, moving to Ita to take her arm, his smile soft and almost utterly innocent.

Aerin Thomas: Yep, Garou in the shower again. The water is going, and has been for a while. After all, the man likes his long showers.

Ita McNairee: och ee es hoome darlin.. jes.. och.. *she protests as he hauls on her arm* damnet loves.. me bones are gintae turn tae jello effen ah'm en bed mooch longer.. ets nae harm, et esnae.

Micah Carrington: "The doctor wants you on bed rest." Fear flickers then, very real and all FOR Ita. "Please..."

Ita McNairee: been bed resten sweet loves. *she rubs the back of his neck with a jingle, a soft friendly kiss set to his cheek* noow ah'm jes stretchen me legs es aul, nae fretten.. ah'm aulrecht.. *she looks to the bathroom door. he'd be in there for awhile. was getting close to the bad moon, if it wasn't already*

Micah Carrington: "Mommy please lay down," he begs softly, blinking at Ita, almost crosseyed cause she's so damn close.

Aerin Thomas: The shower shuts off.

Ita McNairee: ooch.. good idea.. *she says quickly. waddle.. waddle like there's no tommorrow.... cause if he finds you out of bed there might not be. she makes haste for the bedroom*

Aerin Thomas: ((Hehehehe. The power of the shower turning off is STRONG!))

Micah Carrington: MIcah exhales slowly and follows her quickly.

Ita McNairee: *a stream of profanities in gaelic as she scrapes her bare foot on a half gnawed rawhide bone, swallowing the last bit of cursing in order to lower herself with a creak into bed. she makes a concentrated effort to get her legs up with her, catching her breath with an "eep" look to the pretty kin*

Micah Carrington: He helps her quickly, shaking his head and then just climbs up onto the bed with her, curling himself against her side, with ihs head resting on her belly, that horrible dream image stuck in his head...

Ita McNairee: *she chuckles contentedly, releif, as bangled hands stroke the boy's back and ruffle his hair* och, ow long ye eere fer darlin?

Micah Carrington: "I'm not sure. Couple days maybe," he murmurs, curling his pale leg over hers as he attempts to wrap himself around her belly.

Ita McNairee: och.. wha ~are~ ye daen loves? *she laughs musically and squeezes him softly, not too tight. she felt squeezed enough* yer curlen like a possum ye are. ye aulrecht darlin?

Aerin Thomas: Finally, he comes out of the bathoom, wearing his slacks, hair slicked back against his scalp and back. He has a towel around his shoulders, and he looks around for a moment...could swore he heard them. He moves to the bedroom, looking in and smiling. "Hey, you two."

Micah Carrington: He glances up at Aerin with a soft smile. "Hey." And then he's back to snuggling Ita...completely ignoring her question.

Ita McNairee: och, allo darlin.. ye aul clean an calm? *a warm smile. nope. she wasn't out of bed. what? a gypsy? when would a gypsy ever deceive you? surely you jest. the pretty little pikey cocks her head at the dripping man and crooks a finger, other hand ruffling black curls*

Aerin Thomas: "Clean, yes. Calm?" He looks up, presumably through the ceiling to the sky, and the moon. "Surprisingly, doing okay right now."

Micah Carrington: "Then come cuddle, Aerin. Please."

Ita McNairee: och aye.. *she gives a roll of brown eyes, grinning down at micha then back up to the wet garou in good nature* we're a fuzzy bit o love eere darlin..

Micah Carrington: He glances up at Ita and smiles softly, contentedly, shifting up a bit so that he's not quite trying to turn himself into a coccoon around her body.

Ita McNairee: *a little oof, and she shifts so there's less of a growing pain in her back. thats what she gets for lying down hastilly, she pats the bed with eyes up at Aerin. if she had to stay in bed.. she was going to have freaking company damn it*

Aerin Thomas: He chuckles a little, and shrugs. Yeah, this isn't a little surreal...not at all. But he climbs up onto the bed with a smile.

Micah Carrington: "This is weird, but good," he murmurs, stretching his arm out so he can touch Aerin very lightly with the tips of his slim fingers.

Ita McNairee: *a bangled hand slips up to his hair, raking through it and squeezing some of the water out with a grin. with any luck the dogs would clean up all evidence of her being out and about* och... ye were showeren fer a long time Aerin loves. *the kin's hair is ruffled again*

Aerin Thomas: "I always do," he says with a chuckle, cuddling close and settling in. "What can I say...I like my long showers."

Ita McNairee: sure yer nae part fesh tae? *she grins cheekily and makes the bed creak slightly as she moves to accomadate him. an annoyed frown.. she never used to make the damn bed creak. she sighs*

Micah Carrington: Micah giggles as the bed makes noice and then blinks, realizing he'd done it and promptly hides his face against ita's side.

Micah Carrington: ((Noice=noise))

Ita McNairee: *a bit more of a frown. she rubs her belly and sighs, head falling back onto the pillow*

Micah Carrington: "Sorry," he mumbles, voice muffled though another giggle does seem to be imminent.

Aerin Thomas: "No, not part fish," he assures. "Just love showers. It's alone time, the water's...calming." He shrugs, as if he can't quite explain it. "Makes me feel close to Mera."

Ita McNairee: oo's Mera darlin? *she sings quietly, one hand tugging at micah's curls, the other stroking her garou's chest lovingly, the mastiff plods in licking his chops and makes to join the party, causing the bed to creak further*

Micah Carrington: That makes the kin giggle again, fingers curling in one of Aerin's beltloops. "This bed is so gonna collapse."

Aerin Thomas: "She's a spirit of the Sept. Her domain is all the water in New York...she's..." He trails off, shrugging with a little smile. "She's...Mera. She's awesome."

Ita McNairee: All tha water? och she's nae a very clean spirit es -Och Clay!.. yer steppen awn me damn feet ye beg bollox, ah - Nae.. Brutis .. ye cannae *the Husky springs up from the other side, not to be left out. it was His bed afterall, Ita trying in vain to sit up, struggling heavily as the mastif plops down on her legs with a contented huff*

Micah Carrington: MIcah eyes the dogs a moment and then slowly uncurls, sliding off the bed. "I'm gonna go grab a soda," he murmurs.

Aerin Thomas: "Guys..." He gives the dogs THE look...accenutated just a little by the big, bright moon in the sky.

Ita McNairee: clay... *the dog rescratches at her as he gets to his feet and hops to the floor clumsily, banging into the endtable and nearly knocking over the lap. brutis huffs and moves to lay beside the bed instead. the pikey sighs ans the bed continues creaking, and watches micah with soft eyes as he gets up*

Micah Carrington: He steps very carefully over Brutis and pads out of the room towards the kitchen.

Aerin Thomas: He watches Micah leave, then sighs and looks over to Ita. "You know, I do believe I heard your voice coming from a place other then this room when I turned the shower off..." It's said lightly, a little teasing.

Micah Carrington: He can be heard putzing about the kitchen. Definitely more then a soda run goin on out there...

Ita McNairee: och.. bollox *she replies, a lopsided grin on her face* been en bed, doctors damned orders, aye? *his bare face is smoothed with a hand, no goatee to scruff at the moment, she takes what she can get*

Micah Carrington: He returns with a soda can tucked into the pocket of his jeans and a large plate filled with cheese, ham, salami and crackers.

Aerin Thomas: "Well...if yousay so." He nods calmly. "Because, you know, that would be bad." A slightly raised eyebrow.

Ita McNairee: Ah'll be fine darlin. archie an me are jes fine. dinnae woory boot yer son. *she murmers in a lullaby, brown eyes on his with tender affection. she looks up as micah comes in* och. 'aven a set en than loves? *she smiles up to Micah, making to sit up best she can, belly rather impeding progress*

Micah Carrington: "Um. Yes," he says rather uncertainly, some of that pikey speak goin' right over his pretty little head. He eyes the tray, the dog and then the bed for a moment. "Brutis if you don't move I'm gonna step on you."

Aerin Thomas: "I'm going to worry regardless," he says with a shrug. "No way around that, and I think you know this already."

Ita McNairee: *a lip curled back from the husky. oh no. the kin did not get higher status on the totem pole. he already came as #3. Ita smiles to the kin and pats the bed as she struggles into a sit*

Micah Carrington: Ha! He pokes his tongue out and steps carefully around brutis before attempting to clamber up onto hte bed without loosing his tray or shaking his soda too terribly much.

Aerin Thomas: "Here, let me help." He reaches out to take the tray from Micah, so the kin can get on the bed with minimal spillage.

Micah Carrington: "Thank you!" he flashes Aerin a bright smile, pulls his soda from his pocket and snuggles back down by mom. "We can always use mommy's belly as a table."

Ita McNairee: Och bollox.. dae et an aul sod ye, ah'll dae et. *she warns merrily as puppies come tumbling into the room, chasing each other and yipping. its a wonder the house doesn't get written up for some sort of lease violation, reeking as much as it did of dog oils. Ita makes a soft pained noise as archie wakes up, gritting her teeth as he pummels her insides* och.. *she gives a grunt* ee's been moven sae mooch tae day. gien impatient ah reckon.

Aerin Thomas: "Yes, well, if he's impatient, he certainly takes after his mother," he comments with a wry grin.

Micah Carrington: Micah settles in and, leaving Aerin holding the tray, snatches a cracker, some cheese and a bit of sausage.

Ita McNairee: och.. an yer tha soul o patience sweet loves.. *she starts a wry grin, interrupted by a boot to something vital, a sharp gasp* och.. jaysus fook ye wee pesser.. ye coome oot ah'm gintae sod ye twice fer aul yer trouble..

Aerin Thomas: "No, Ita. No sodding the baby boy. Although you can take vicarious joy in watching the doctor do it..."

Micah Carrington: "Um...Isn't sodding like...anal sex? Or is that buggering?" He blinks, green eyes wide.

Aerin Thomas: "That's buggery, Micah. Sodding is hitting."

Ita McNairee: nae *her eyes widen in horror* nae nae darlin.. tha's buggeren. *her head shakes feverently and she gets a little pale. then a little green*

Ita McNairee: (in response to micah.)

Micah Carrington: He flushes in embarassment and draws up his knees, chin tucking down. "sorry."

Ita McNairee: *creaking as she slowly moves to get out of bed, hands over her stomach, face determined as she makes for the washroom at a slow waddle, practically olive under her tan, she manages to croak* nae yer fault darlin..

Aerin Thomas: He reaches over and brushes Ita's cheek, soothingly, then looks to Micah. "It was a slang misunderstanding. You didn't mean anything by it."

Micah Carrington: He nods. "No...I didn't."

Ita McNairee: *she makes it to the bathroom, hands curled round her stomach protectively. nothing bad will ever happen to archie. nothing like that. she gives a grunt as he kicks her, trying to banish the horrid things karlos had said from her head, stooped over the sink as she huffs, trying to calm nausea*

Aerin Thomas: He nods to Micah, smiling gently. "Don't worry about it...it's neither you nor your fault." He remembers that conversation very well, and it still makes him a little queasy, too.

Micah Carrington: He nods. "Go on...Check on her," he says softly, utterly oblivious to whatever conversation they're both dwelling on.

Ita McNairee: *mouthwash. she fumbles, hoping the mint will stop the sick feeling in the back of her throat, taking a moment to clear the mirror of steam with a jingle and look at herself. a sigh as a greenish woman looks back at her, heavy. she takes a swig of mouthwash and spits it out with a gag*

Aerin Thomas: He nods, leaning over to touch Micah's arm lightly, and then moves to go into the bathroom and check on Ita.

Ita McNairee: *her hands curl round her belly and she murmers in gaelic to her son, soft and soothing. maybe more for her than him*

Micah Carrington: Micah sighs softly, grabs a couple more crackers then slips from the bed to tip toe to the spare room.

Aerin Thomas: He puts a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Love?"

Ita McNairee: *she looks over her shoulder to the garou, swallowing the minty bun in her mouth as she gives a smile, apologetic* soory darlin..

Aerin Thomas: "It's okay, love." He smiles a little and turns her gently, arms coming around her in a hug. "Not your fault...I understand."

Ita McNairee: *her head tucks neatly under his chin, hands slipping round his back with a tinkle of charms. she sighs and murmers into his skin* jes wan et tae be better fer them... aye? keep em safe. .. make et sae nae o tha'll ever 'appen tae em. there's sae mooch badness aroond, wha's needen fexed.

Aerin Thomas: "I know, Ita." He holds her there genlty, comforting her. "It'll never happen to him, or Tori. Ever. I can promise you that...I'd do anything. ANYTHING. To stop it." he leans down and kisses her forehead. "They'll never have to go through anything even approaching it. I swear to you."

Ita McNairee: *she swallows, pressing the swell of her body into him softly. a nod* they've a good family. a strong family tae. wha wie claud as a grandad, an ye as a da. *brown eyes slip up to him as she moves her head * Lai an Eddie an aul o em. Folks'll keep em safe. Joe tae, tho ee's nae as magicked. ee's good folk.

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah, he is." He nods a little. He really did like Joe. "They'll be okay...we all will."

Ita McNairee: we'll build et better. ah hope mam likes ye. *she kisses his chin and gives him another hug, eyes widening as she sees the puppies have just finished off the plate of crakcers and goodies. a gasp*

Aerin Thomas: "I hope she does, too." He nods and then looks over his shoulder at the puppies. "Frey! Freya!" It's not a yell, it's just an exclamation. "No, no, NO..."

Ita McNairee: *she gives a merry laugh, hands still wrapped around the garou, not letting him go anywhere quite yet. she was standing, and happy to remain so, hugging close and chortling into his chest* och.. shouldnae o jes put et doown.. they're jes pups.. *that she can talk to.. but no need to p oint that out*

Ita McNairee: *the dogs skitter off the bed, looking like they might just pee on it in fright*

Aerin Thomas: "I know," he says with a rueful sigh. He shakes his head, hair rusting around his shoulders and back, and chuckles. "Of course, you know that now that they've got a taste for human food, it's hopeless, right?"

Ita McNairee: och.. ah've been feeden em bits o meat frem tha crisper *she grins cheekily*

Aerin Thomas: He looks to her, eyebrow raised. "Hey, now...I thought I was the softie with the kids. We can't BOTH be softies...someone's gotta be the disciplinarian, and I claimed softie."

Ita McNairee: och, *she grins* ah was usen et as a ... trainen device? aye.. tae keep them oot me way en tha ketchen? *she makes to slip past him, no easy task as heavy as she is, smiling over her shoulder*

Aerin Thomas: "Oh, really." He lets her slip past, moving to help her do so, and then follows along. "And how well is that working out for you, hmm?"

Ita McNairee: och, they're stell aulways en tha damned way, tha twins near bowled me over taenecht. *she laughs and shakes her head, watching the dogs cower as Aerin follows her. a sigh as she makes to lower her rotund self into bed, a grit of teeth as the baby moves about*

Aerin Thomas: "Figured as much." He helps her onto the bed, and then settles down with her.

Ita McNairee: *she smiles, pushing the tray out the way and brushing away crumbs as she rests close, voice soft as she murmers* yer awn a fairly even keel taenecht darlin. es tha moon aul tha way?

Aerin Thomas: He nods a little bit. "Yeah, it is...and I know. I just haven't had anything upset me in the last couple of days. Micah is finally better, even if he has things to make up for...you're doing well, and have been following the bed-rest instructions...there's just been nothing to set me off." He smiles. "Although if something did...well, I might have to vanish off to the Umbra and go kill something. Y'know how it is."

Ita McNairee: are there thengs tae kell en tha oombra loves? *she pets his chest with a jingle, watching hazel eyes*

Aerin Thomas: "Yep." He nods. "Banes, usually. Umm...evil spirits. If you can catch one alone, it's usually pretty easy to take down, especially when you've got your rage on."

Ita McNairee: ye talk about et like ets pants darlin *a chuckle as she shifts with a creak of bedsprings, moving to curl against him on her left side, so her breathings not as difficult. she rests her head under his chest, nuzzling like some sort of rodent* hmmm *she sighs happily* love ye. *a nod* be carefy tho, aye?

Ita McNairee: (on. not under. under would suck)

Aerin Thomas: "I always am," he says, looking down with a smile and brushing som errant hair out of her face. "I love you, too."

Ita McNairee: *a soft meoldic noise of contentment, as she settles to sleep on the thin mans chest. things were as they should be.*