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betwixtbetweenHalfway through her pregnancy and Maria was completely certain that she did not care for it one bit. Motherhood was all well and good, or she assumed it would be, but carrying the baby was inconvenient, cumbersome, and a generally trying experience that she wanted to be done with as soon as possible. She found herself amazed that her own mother had gone through it so many times with so few complaints.
And she was only five months along. Heaven help her if the next few months weren't better than those first five. At least she could keep a meal down during the early hours of the day now.
She sighed and walked across the empty chamber of the master's tower. It was possible that she'd feel less aggravation if her husband suffered alongside her, but as a man, there were certain indignities that he'd never fully comprehend, and she had too much pride to expect him to wait on her hand and foot. Not to mention the fact that a hundred duties competed for his time, from training his men to drafting new weapons plans with Malik to the myriad of smaller tasks involved with overseeing an Order of this size.
And there was the Apple. Always the Apple. If she thought the news that he was to be a father would distract Altaïr from his study of the artifact, she'd been dead wrong once the new excitement wore off. Perhaps his single-minded focus would shift once his child was born, but they'd have to wait and see.
At least he wasn't losing hours staring into the damned thing right now. This much was confirmed when she slid opened the small, hidden drawer where he kept it and saw the gold gleaming back at her.
Sometimes she really did want to chuck the thing out the window. She wouldn't, though—she couldn't betray Altaïr that way, and despite the annoyances of pregnancy, she wasn't so unhappy with her life. It was the restrictions that grated, the inability to train or spar with any of the novices, Altaïr's occasional moments of overprotectiveness...but all this would pass. Maria didn't regret the path her life had taken her down, even if it was laid out over somewhat rougher territory just now.
Enough of this navel-gazing. It was past time she found a more productive means of passing the time. Decision made, she reached out to push the Apple's drawer closed again, only to brush it with her fingertips as she did.
And she was only five months along. Heaven help her if the next few months weren't better than those first five. At least she could keep a meal down during the early hours of the day now.
She sighed and walked across the empty chamber of the master's tower. It was possible that she'd feel less aggravation if her husband suffered alongside her, but as a man, there were certain indignities that he'd never fully comprehend, and she had too much pride to expect him to wait on her hand and foot. Not to mention the fact that a hundred duties competed for his time, from training his men to drafting new weapons plans with Malik to the myriad of smaller tasks involved with overseeing an Order of this size.
And there was the Apple. Always the Apple. If she thought the news that he was to be a father would distract Altaïr from his study of the artifact, she'd been dead wrong once the new excitement wore off. Perhaps his single-minded focus would shift once his child was born, but they'd have to wait and see.
At least he wasn't losing hours staring into the damned thing right now. This much was confirmed when she slid opened the small, hidden drawer where he kept it and saw the gold gleaming back at her.
Sometimes she really did want to chuck the thing out the window. She wouldn't, though—she couldn't betray Altaïr that way, and despite the annoyances of pregnancy, she wasn't so unhappy with her life. It was the restrictions that grated, the inability to train or spar with any of the novices, Altaïr's occasional moments of overprotectiveness...but all this would pass. Maria didn't regret the path her life had taken her down, even if it was laid out over somewhat rougher territory just now.
Enough of this navel-gazing. It was past time she found a more productive means of passing the time. Decision made, she reached out to push the Apple's drawer closed again, only to brush it with her fingertips as she did.
