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One Plus One Pt. II
[ Part I ]Â [ Finâs Post ]
(Mood Music)
Nearly a week and a half had come and gone since that fateful morning. Nearly a week and a half ago the Renâdoreiâs life, and Finianâs life was forever changed. For Allie, the near twenty four hour fussing from Endrickson for once was tolerable as he provided a seemingly endless amount of check-ups, bound and determined to keep his word of being there for the elven woman and her man every step of the way. In the hours after the revelation, He had done well in explaining all he could about the first few weeks to mother and father to be, his voice occasionally rising in a screeching crescendo of excitement throughout, only to be brought back down to tolerable levels moments later. The news had certainly come at as a shock to them both, but neither could say they were overly surprised. Their love had grown strongly over the course of the last twelve months after all.Â
Now as the morning sunlight began illuminating the room in Upton Borough Allie quietly sat with her journal in her lap and a cup of hot tea. It had been so long since she had filled anything out within these pages, the entirety of the war, her thoughts and feelings, regrets and the pain of one loss after the next only served as a reminder of how far she had come since first stepping foot in stormwind. From serving drinks in a bar with a half-orc, to serving a noble house as a security guard. Each turn of a page brought a new memory. The anxiety leading up to the siege of Lordaeron, to the siege of Seastone Keep and the loss of a man she respected immensely, Carter Vanforth. Each entry, for better or worse, a memory, an exhilaration, or a loss. It was that latter which she hoped her future son or daughter never experienced.Â
Picking up the steaming cup of tea and taking a sip, Allie inhales the sweet honeyed aroma of the stomach-soothing blend while a small content smiles parts her lips in a relieved fashion. The nausea came in waves, and not all of it was in the morning hours like that fateful day. Just like Endrickson had described to her, it would come and go at all hours of the day randomly, or not at all sometimes. She had, however, began to notice things that she used to enjoy, aromas, tastes, had begun losing their enjoyment. Perfumes she had once wore now made her stomach turn, or foods she had enjoyed were slightly less enticing than they once were. This was all perfectly normal, according to Endrickson, and while she understood that, the Void Elf couldnât help but feel sad she could no longer wear her favorite perfume without it wrenching her stomach into directions that would cause what food she did enjoy to come back up.Â
Finian gently stirs behind the ranger as she gently taps her pen against the blank page causing her to look over her left shoulder with a small grin. He had exhausted himself the night prior, or she had depending on who was asked first. After the war ended she knew the two of them would face a new chapter in both of their lives, a chapter free of anguish and bloodshed, violence and uncertainty. They would start their family, and just maybe, she would hang up her rifle, choosing to stay in her now new position in Ardent Circle, behind a desk and stacks of applications from new aspirants, safe from the horrors of combat she had grown all too accustomed to in the past year. All of these thoughts causes Allie to smile, it had been some time since she had allowed her mind to wander, even if for a brief moment while she formulated what words to write.Â
âDear Journal,â
That was the only thing she had so far despite the flurry of emotions and daydreaming forming in her mind. How could she put into words what she was feeling? Elation was certainly front and center, though she couldnât help but feel the slightest amount of worry. She was lucky, as Endrickson had pointed out. Now her health and their childâs was all that mattered to her, not some war bent on the destruction of so countless other lives.Â
âAllie?â Finian groggily calls out shifting in the bed once more.Â
Inhaling, Allie gently chuckles and shuts her journal while rising to her feet and lazily sauntering over to the foot of the bed and pulling off her robe she had been sitting in at the table. As it falls to the floor she gets under the covers while Finianâs arm embraces her in a loving manner and gently plants a kiss on top of head.Â
ââOw are ya feeling?â he asks softly while a hand gently rests on her stomach.
No sooner having asked that, The thundering steps of one of his comrades stirring him as if preparing for an assault as the door caved in as Endrickson barreled through. The noise was enough to make the gilnean jump from his bed in a half-woken daze as an arm splayed in front of Allie. Eye already dilated and fangs already poking from his lips only to freeze as the priest stood with a grin across his face which soon swapped to a screech while shielding his eyes.Â
âAH HNG CAPTAIN! OH GODS! IâM SO SORRY!!!â
The hair on the back of the captainâs neck began to lower as he realized who had burst through the door. Allieâs reassurance helping him to take a deep breath and slowly sitting back, not all that caring that the priest had seen him naked. Allie could sense the wolf wanting to claw out by now, more attuned to him than ever and the notion of him ripping the poor priest to shreds causes the obviously nude ranger to sit up with a linen blanket concealing her bare form as a hand gently goes to Finianâs shoulder in a reassuring manner.Â
âEndickson, sweetie, its rude to burst in like this.â she says in half groggy/joking manner. âIs everything okay?â
âBest be good news, mate. About âad yaâ neck in m'jaws.â
âWell you see,â he peeks through his fingers to the couple.Â
âCaptain please cover yourself? I only want to see Thomas nude and I donât think Allie would appreciate it."Â
Finian looks to Allie for a moment with a smirk before nudging her. He soon wraps his arms around her as he got under the covers with her. "Wotever yaâ say, so yaâ goinâ t'tell us?â
âThe war is over."Â
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Co-Written with my awesome roleplay partner @fin-mckendricÂ