Amira heard him walk down the stairs but just kept coking until she was done with a straight face. She set his plate on the bar and cleand up dishes just as another headache started. She groaned in anger and refusal, heading upstaors to change.

Sage greeted her when he came down, thanking her when she immeditaly handed him the plate of food and dug in happily. He sighed when she headed upstairs, knowing she wasn't feeling great but not sure following her around all day would be appreciated.

Amira quickly changed and went back downstairs, laying on the couch and closing her eyes in pain. She didn't make a sound, trying to keep Sage from being concerned too badly about her. She hated making him worry, but this was different and she felt like she needed him

Sage ate, and washed the dishes and got everything cleaned up. When he saw her lay down on the couch he went to just sit down with her, letting her rest her head in his lap.

Amira lay her head on his lap, tracing the slight wrinkles and ripples on his pant leg as she surpressed the pain from the headache

Sage wished he could help her feel better, but he couldn't do much besides be there for her. He didn't want to talk and hurt her head more, either.

After a while, the headache lightened and she sat up slowly. She sighed, knowing this was how the next few months would be going...

(sure, or skip to when she goes into labor. Either or!)

Sage hummed softly as she sat up. "Feeling better," he asked quietly

Amira gave him a small smile. "A little...." She muttered

~

Amira walked across the room, panting and holding her large belly. "Sage..." She said

Sage was working on a few orders when he heard her call his name, and he popped his headput of the art room. "What's wrong," he asked when he saw her face