”If I wasn’t pregnant-” Hera hissed the word as if it was the darkest of curses ”- nothing would need fixing.” Her eyes didn’t want to leave the mirror. Somewhere in her irrational and hormonal mind she figured that taking her eyes off the disheveled reflection would just make it worse. Everything seen had been caused when she hadn’t been looking; unaware of the way the sheets would press against her skin or her hair would snare around her face and throat. “I want this thing out of me. That’s where I want to start.”
Finally Hera let Zeus’ touch register in her mind and like a startled animal she relaxed. When her muscles eased up she also, instantly, regretted her words and both hands – which had curled around the vanity in a death-grip – came to rest on her belly. They carefully healed the bruises and scratches left, leaving only stretch marks to be seen. “He is going to be trouble, I know it,” a soft sigh left her and she met Zeus’ eyes in the mirror. “Strong and troublesome.”
It felt strange for Zeus to be the rational part of the party. The one to think and apply logic, and most of all: the one to be calm. But he wouldn’t want it any other way either. It could be said that it was about time the married two got to take a walk in each other’s very much remade shoes. But here they where, one pushing and the other pulling. As usual. “He will come out… when he’s ready.” Was all he could manage to calm Hera with as he observed her. In a way he was a bit fascinated with her manners at this stage. Every day become a new surprise so nothing was boring to say the least.
“If anything he’s going to be beautiful. Just like his mother.” As Hera took care of her bruises, Zeus took more care of her muscles. Letting both his hands find her shoulder to massage them with his thumbs and palms to relax her more. If anything that was what she needed… that and a good breakfast. After just a couple of minutes was he crouching down behind Hera to rest his chin on her shoulder, leaving a soft kiss on her throat as his arms slid in place to neatly cover up her body and hold her close to his chest. “A strong beautiful troublesome prince. And he won’t let us forget it. I can bet my temple on that.” For a moment Zeus almost looked like he was dreaming, getting caught in the world of ideas, thoughts and hopes that mostly was occupied by dreaming mortals. But who could blame him? When his eyes locked with Hera his big smile once again broke out on his face, making his whole face light up with joy. “So which one of the dresses do you want to wear?”