Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 8:16:24 PM)
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Dama Fortman (Apr 4, 2011 8:17:32 PM)
(*hugs!* Working on a post)
Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 8:18:02 PM)
((*hugs!*))
Dama Fortman (Apr 4, 2011 8:21:21 PM)
*The winds whipping about the grounds would bring on the storms that were surely on their way into the area. Which was fine by the expectant mother. It had been a warm day, one spent broken between the outdoors as well as cooling off inside the house. And now that the last remaining rays of the sun was setting behind a haze of grey clouds, she sent Honor off to relax in his room with Dama opting to relax in the living room, feet propped up and a hand passing over her swollen belly*
Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 8:24:18 PM)
*Maddy had been in her room reading, but it was getting to be about time to get dinner started so she walked downstairs, barefoot, in a blue collared shirt with short sleeves an black skirt. She was already tying her hair up in a bun, like she always did when cooking and cleaning, as she peeked into the livingroom* Hello Dama. How are you feeling this evening?
Cosette Alder (Apr 4, 2011 8:26:24 PM)
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Cosette Alder (Apr 4, 2011 8:26:32 PM)
(( kinfolk party))
Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 8:26:34 PM)
((heeeeey Cossie!))
Cosette Alder (Apr 4, 2011 8:26:42 PM)
(( ^_~ ))
Dama Fortman (Apr 4, 2011 8:26:52 PM)
*Stretching rather lazily she smiled at Maddy for a long moment before ever providing an answer* I am doing rather well tonight, thank you. My feet are a little swollen...otherwise I am good.
Dama Fortman (Apr 4, 2011 8:26:55 PM)
(heya)
Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 8:28:00 PM)
May I get you anything Dama, before I get dinner started? I could give you a foot rub if you'd like...*Always trying to be helpful, Maddy was.*
Cosette Alder (Apr 4, 2011 8:31:37 PM)
*Cossie headed into the Forman house. It was good for her to show her face around here once in a while. Let everyone know she was still alive. That and it kept her out of trouble in the afternoons.*
Dama Fortman (Apr 4, 2011 8:32:14 PM)
What a wonderful idea. Yes...please. I would like a small massage. *pushing up on the sofa she tucked another pillow at her back leaving room for Maddy at the end to sit down, offer up a much needed foot massage*
Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 8:33:15 PM)
*Maddy wore her hair up in a bun, a blue shortsleeve collared shirt, and black kneelength skirt with barefeet.* Should I get dinner in the oven first Dama or wait until after?
Dama Fortman (Apr 4, 2011 8:36:46 PM)
*Peering down at her poor feet, and weighing the need for other to have food for their bellies, she waved off the massage* Please prepare dinner first.
Cosette Alder (Apr 4, 2011 8:37:41 PM)
*Cossie appeared in the room they both were in. She was still in her uniform from work, long red locks kept down like normal but she had a pleasant smile on her face none the less. Without saying a word she stood near the entry way watching the pair.*
Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 8:37:44 PM)
Yes Dama, of course. While it's cooking I'll be back for that foot massage.
Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 8:38:48 PM)
*Maddy looked over at Cossie and smiled.* Hello Cosette, should I set a place for you for dinner?
Dama Fortman (Apr 4, 2011 8:39:08 PM)
Thank you, Madeline. *kindly she spoke then rubbed at her tummy, offering a smile to Cosette having now noticed her* Good evening. I hope you are staying for dinner.
Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 8:39:59 PM)
*she gave each woman another smile and scurried into the kitchen.*
Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 8:44:33 PM)
*Maddy was in the kitchen for sometime, preparing the chicken, red potatoes, mixed veggies, an a large salad. When she emerged from the kitchen she was wearing a white apron with a floral print to keep her shirt and skirt clean. Maddy walked over to the couch and sat down, pulling Dama's feet into her lap.* Dinner is cooking Dama.
Cosette Alder (Apr 4, 2011 8:46:33 PM)
Well I think I think I might. Thank you for asking. *Always polite always kind, at lest it seemed that way. She slowly stepped over towards Dama looking down at her with her hands held behind her back, though she was studying the other kinfolk's belly. It took her a while to work up the nerve but she eventualy sperted it out* "Is he moving alot? How are you feeling?"
Dama Fortman (Apr 4, 2011 8:48:53 PM)
*Dama wore something rather simple for her this evening, a pair of dark maternity slacks with a white blouse that held little ruffles at the collar, no shoes to make her feet hurt any worse than they already did. She watched Cosette for the longest time, breathed slowly and spoke softly* He is moving around so much. Many, many kicks. And I am doing well...tired mostly despite the rest.
Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 8:51:28 PM)
*Maddy began expertly massaging Dama's feet. She took her duty to the family, pack, and household very seriously. She didn't just feel like a nanny or maid, she felt like part of the family too, and that made the shy kin very happy.* You should rest more Ma'a-- *she occasionally still slipped calling Dama ma'am, or Dalton sir, but she caught herself.* I mean Dama. I worry about you. *She spoke softly, and sounded so shy sometimes.*
Cosette Alder (Apr 4, 2011 8:52:13 PM)
*She nodded once listening to Dama. Again she got silent for a long period of time, biting on the side of her bottom lip softly. It must have seemed a little awkward for a moment the way she loomed over her, almost uneasy in her stance. Then came a slow tilt of her head, not looking at Dama’s eyes when she spoke again her voice very soft hardly above a whisper, her gaze locked on her belly* Can…can I feel ?
Dama Fortman (Apr 4, 2011 8:55:41 PM)
*Smiling at Madeline she felt more at ease though not entirely so with the way Cosette was making her feel somewhat uncomfortable. Softly clearing her throat the woman kept a steady eye on Cosette. Should say something that would turn the conversation away from the baby? Seemed like it was the appropriate thing in doing. When she was about to say something about the weather Cosette had finally opened her mouth in question. Nodding, she spoke just as softly* You may.
Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 8:59:18 PM)
Dama? *She began softly.* How does that feel? Is it help at all? *she rubbed Dama;s feet, kneaded her soles with her fingers, she even massaged Dama's calves. She was blushing ever so slightly as she sat there with Dama's feet resting in her lap on her apron.*
Cosette Alder (Apr 4, 2011 9:02:53 PM)
*Even when she was told it was ok Cossie seemed very cautious about it. Slowly and carefully she put her hands on top of Dama’s belly barely even touching her at first. She was glad no one seemed to be paying much attention to her, or at least she didn’t notice if they were. Far to lost in her own thoughts to notice. Her touch eventually carried just enough weight to it to feel a kick against the palm of her hands. The look on her face was placid until that moment, starting to tear up just lightly, blinking several times to try and brush it off* “He is strong.” *She said her voice cracking under the surface, still so soft*
Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 9:04:13 PM)
Are you ok Cosette? *She asked timidly, hands never faltered wth the massaging.*
Dama Fortman (Apr 4, 2011 9:08:54 PM)
That is perfect, Madeline. Just the right amount of pressure. *when her eyes found Maddy they wandered over the woman's graceful face though soon returned to Cosette. Not wanting to force her to have a heavier hand Dama left both hands free of her belly, leaving Cosette to feel the movements of the baby moving within. And witnessing those tears Dama truly felt sad for Cosette* That he is. Just like his father. *her voice hitched slightly in emotion* I am sorry...what has happened for you.
Cosette Alder (Apr 4, 2011 9:09:46 PM)
*Madeline’s voice broke her out of that moment of weakness. Socking her back into the world were such a display was not at all appropriate for her. She was a Shadowlord kinfolk, and that meant she was not suppose to get emotional and weepy. Pulling her hand back like she had been physically shocked only to get a hard look on her face for a moment, nodding to Madeline* Yes…Yes I am fine. I think an eyelash got into my eye. Excuse me just a moment. *Her voice was not that soft whisper any more, with a nod she took a turn towards the hallway disappearing.*
Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 9:14:29 PM)
D-did she...um...l-lose a baby too, like me, Dama? *she whispered as she massaged Dama's feet with care.*
Dama Fortman (Apr 4, 2011 9:18:47 PM)
*Keeping a low whisper she smiled sadly* We should not discuss it. Please ask me another time about this matter? Could you please check the dinner...bring me a glass of water? *what had just transpired her truly struck her in the heart.* And perhaps a very light snack, thank you.
Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 9:22:29 PM)
Yes Dama. *she replied softly.* What kind of snack? I fixed a salad, would you like a bowl?
Dama Fortman (Apr 4, 2011 9:25:56 PM)
A small salad would be nice. *holding back the tears that watered her beautiful eyes she breathed deeply, placed a hand upon her belly as the babe kicked and punched at her stomach*
Cosette Alder (Apr 4, 2011 9:26:15 PM)
*She took her time in the bathroom, doing what she needed to regain her composure. A few deep breaths, some patting of a towel against her face, and it was just as good as new. She was in every way a pro at pretending everything was perfect. This was one of the few times she let it get to her. Had she not led herself into temptation it might not have. Before she would walk out of the bathroom she smiled in the mirror to make sure the look was complete. Only then did she reappear in the room* Oh my. What a day hum? It is starting to get a little warmer outside.
Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 9:27:00 PM)
*she reached over and placed her scarred hand on Dama's hand, trying to soothe her.*
Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 9:27:48 PM)
Cosette, may I get you a drink?
Cosette Alder (Apr 4, 2011 9:29:17 PM)
Oh no...please let me get it myself. *She said with a nod, out of the corner of her eye she could see Dama with a tearful expression she knew if she paid it too much mind she would be doing the same. It was best to move out of the suitation quickly. Zip zoom into the kitchen*
Dama Fortman (Apr 4, 2011 9:32:57 PM)
I am okay...truly. *wiping away a few tears she smiled at Maddy in the hopes of calming her. When Cosette returned Dama glanced down at her belly then to the throw blanket over the top of the sofa. And with Cosette making another exit she pawed for the blanket that was a bit out of her reach*
Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 9:34:31 PM)
*Maddy reached for the blanket, handing it to Dama.* there you are Dama.
Dama Fortman (Apr 4, 2011 9:39:28 PM)
Thanks. *she murmured, pulling up a corner to dab at the corners of her eyes. For once it was a grace that Dalton was not here to witness the tears. Now a days at the drop of a hat she would, and even if it was for a good reason like Cosette's loss, Dalton wouldn't have been pleased to see her upset. Sniffling softly she pulled the blanket up over her belly....like it would do much to cover it, as swollen as it was.*
Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 9:42:58 PM)
*She patted Dama's shoulder and stood up, smoothing any wrinkles in her apron she'd made while sitting and went into the kitchen to get a glass of water and small bowl of salad. From the kitchen she called out.* Dama, what kind of dressing do you like?
Dama Fortman (Apr 4, 2011 9:45:09 PM)
Anything will do...add some pickeles. I would like at least a few of them in slices, over the top of the dressing.* she made a little fuss of the blanket, resting both hands over her stomach*
Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 9:48:41 PM)
Yes Dama. I can do that. *She replied as she did so. She sliced the pickles, put some ranch on the salad, but not slathering it, and then added the pickles. She placed the salad bowl and water on a tray and carried them out to Dama.*
Dama Fortman (Apr 4, 2011 9:52:00 PM)
*Gently peeling away the blanket she awkwardly began to sit upright, swinging her legs from off the cushion to slowly stand* I think I will take the snack in my room. I will take the tray...I know you have dinner to complete.
Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 9:53:37 PM)
*She bit her lower lip but nodded.* Yes Dama. I can carry it in for you.
Cosette Alder (Apr 4, 2011 9:54:39 PM)
*Cossie does get a drink but she slips out the back door on the way* (( dinner time!))
Cosette Alder (Apr 4, 2011 9:54:43 PM)
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Dama Fortman (Apr 4, 2011 9:56:21 PM)
*Nodding she was nearly on the verge of tears again though moved long to head upstairs, needing the comfort of her bed that held her mates scent. She waddled up the flight of stairs and wandered into the bedroom ahead of Maddy*
Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 9:57:56 PM)
*Maddy followed Dama, always the dutiful and devoted maid.* Where shall I set the tray down Dama?
Dama Fortman (Apr 4, 2011 9:59:32 PM)
On the bedside stand...*poor Cosette...poor Maddy to of lost a child. It was just to much an emotional overload right now to even think about having a full meal. Sitting on the bedside she grabbed up some pillows to help support her in sitting up*
Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 10:02:05 PM)
*She set the tray down looking so concerned about Dama.* Dama, a-are you alright? I w-worry...
Dama Fortman (Apr 4, 2011 10:05:08 PM)
I am sorry. *cupping both hands over her face she wept softly* I feel so much sorrow for Cosette...for what you have lost...and what I have. You both would have made fine mothers...*more sobbing*
Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 10:08:15 PM)
*She sat next to Dama on the bed and ever so gently pulled her hands from her face and went to dry her eyes with the corner of her apron.* Dama, we're both happy for what you have. And, I did what I did for the children. And n-now I have a f-family, you've tken me in as a family member, not just as a nanny or maid and I'll always be grateful. Don't cry Dama, please. It hurts me to see you cry...
Dama Fortman (Apr 4, 2011 10:13:20 PM)
*Truly needing comforting arms around her Dama leaned into Maddy, unable to stop the tears. Indeed. It was a huge blessing that Dalton wasn't here.* You are such a strong woman...so deserving of a mate. *the tears -had- to stop. Any moment Dalton would walk in...and bam she would crying even more*
Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 10:16:55 PM)
*she hugged Dama with her bad arm and dabbed at her eyes with the corner of her apron.* Oh Dama, please try to take a deep breath. Don't cry. As far as a mate, maybe it's better this way. I was doing my duty to Gaia, but I'm not attracted to men
Dama Fortman (Apr 4, 2011 10:21:31 PM)
*For a length of time she remained there is Maddy's arms, weeping like a child whom had just discovered that there was no such thing as Santa or the Easter Bunny. Her shoulders shook though eventually calmed, along with the tears, with a little smile spared to Maddy* Yes...the men. Forgive me.
Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 10:22:42 PM)
Nothing to forgive dear. Nothing at all. *she hugged Dama a bit closer.* It's alright Dama, it's alright.
Dama Fortman (Apr 4, 2011 10:25:09 PM)
*Lightly she fanned at her eyes* You are so kind...and beautiful...smart...so loving. I am glad that you are in our household. You are such a blessing.
Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 10:27:54 PM)
*she blushed crimson.* Dama you're much too kind. And I think you're very beautiful too. But...I mean...you must think I'm weird. You must.
Dama Fortman (Apr 4, 2011 10:30:00 PM)
You are a wonder to me. *a little sniffle escaped her* Not at all weird. I do not wholly understand the apron thing though I much rather you have a desire for that than say cutting yourself for a sexual high.
Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 10:33:31 PM)
Well it's partly the domestic and submissive connotations. But also a tease, naked but covered just enough, still offering glimpses of my butt, the sides of my breasts. It's hard to explain
Dama Fortman (Apr 4, 2011 10:35:01 PM)
You do not have to explain anything...you know that you are fully welcomed here, with us. *she smiled, exhausted yet had the strength to share that moment with her*
Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 10:39:24 PM)
*she hugged Dama once again.* You look like you need sleep Dama.
Dama Fortman (Apr 4, 2011 10:41:36 PM)
I do...I need so many things though sleep is at the top of my list. I will have my snack then have a little nap. *pressing a lingering kiss against a corner of her lips she smiled and leaned away*
Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 10:46:00 PM)
*She blushed bright crimson in the cheeks when she was kissed and smoothed her apron a few times, fidgeting.*
Dama Fortman (Apr 4, 2011 10:46:42 PM)
You should see to dinner. *softly she whispered* Hm?
Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 10:47:07 PM)
Yes Dama. *she said obediently, nodding as she stood up.*
Dama Fortman (Apr 4, 2011 10:49:40 PM)
Dalton and I will see you...privately when we have the time. Until then...think -good- thoughts. *grinning she nodded* Go now. Thank you...for everything.
Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 10:53:55 PM)
I look forward to that Dama...I really do.
Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 10:54:14 PM)
*She actually curtsied.* Enjoy your nap Dama.
Dama Fortman (Apr 4, 2011 10:55:15 PM)
(*hugggles much!* Gonna log for now. :) Ty for the RP. I really appreciate it.)
Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 10:56:19 PM)
((*hugs* I had fun))
Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 10:56:30 PM)
((see you Cali))
Dama Fortman (Apr 4, 2011 10:56:35 PM)
(*snugs!* Be good )
Dama Fortman (Apr 4, 2011 10:56:39 PM)
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Madeline Picket (Apr 4, 2011 10:56:42 PM)
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