The days since Metaphor’s passing had seemed to all blur together. The only reason she knew time keep on ticking by was because the sun would rise and set each morning and each evening. She would maintain her patrols, protect those that needed protecting, converse with those that sought out company. Even though time was ticking by, life was nothing short of a blur. Katniss had fallen into a deep depression even though she tried to maintain herself and kept placing one foot in front of the other. There were so very few who knew her well enough to know that she was still hurting. Isra, Fable, and Finnick. Fable would find her laying on the bed of the lake, the sound of life underwater was a great distraction. Isra would know that the light that was once in her deep red eyes was gone. But for most of Night Court, no one knew just how much she was still hurting.
And perhaps what masked her depression the most was the way in which her belly had expanded. She had told no one of her pregnancy. It felt as though it was a secret that she needed to hide. She was no teenager, pregnant for the first time and still under the control of her parents. She was a mature elder, one who had given herself so completely to the one person that held her heart completely. This child was so very wanted so why did she feel as though she needed to keep it a secret? Perhaps this was the last piece of Metaphor that she had left and she was clinging to it with every cell in her body.
But even though she might not tell a soul about the child growing within her womb, her body betrayed her secret. As her pregnancy progressed, her belly began to expand. She began to grow wider and no one was a fool. No one would believe that she would eat herself to this weight when she had no appetite. The way her belly expanded was only explained by one thing: a pregnancy. Night Court citizens were smart. They knew how to calculate the months since metaphor’s death and know that this child was no one else’s but his.
And if that were not obvious enough, now her belly began to move. The child kicked wildly, making sure that his mother knew just how large he was growing. He tried to make his mother smile and while she might seem indifferent towards her pregnancy to the public’s eye, she loved the child she carried. She loved him with all the love a mother would give her baby.
And now, her pregnancy was coming to a close. Her body was preparing for birth. Her tail head was sunken in, her teats filled with milk to feed her child. Her time was coming near and soon, what she never spoke of would become a reality.
As she meandered through the markets, she looked for something special for her child, something that she could give him all his own. She pauses in front of a mirror. She stands directly in front of it, her eyes feasting over the shape her body had taken in pregnancy. While she could feel the sway of her belly, she never knew just how large it had become.
Ad as she is looking over the new glow and new curves her body seemed to sport, she raised her head to lock eyes with the individual that has come up behind her. Their eyes meet and for a moment, she is silent.
ooc: this is open for anyone! This is probably the last pregnant thread with Katniss. Someone come make her smile.
