"The babies are very quiet tonight," Khaat said in answer to Jess's question. "I'm used to them moving a lot. They're getting quieter. Brian says they're fine. And I do know some babies seem to be very quiet in the last few days or the last week or so before birth. I am a lot more accustomed to them using me for a boxing ring, though."
"Stop stressing," Brian said, bringing her a large glass. "Try this. Angus made it. I think you'll like it. Its Chamomile Lavender Mint Iced Tea. He was thinking of something you could drink that would help you relax your mind." She took the glass and tasted it. It was clean and refreshing and delicious.
"Oh, is that ever good," she smiled. "Very addictive. But am I that transparent?"
"Who wouldn't be, if they were in your shoes?" he said.
"If they were actually in my shoes, they wouldn't be pregnant," she said sarcastically, "Seeing as though I can't get mine on."
"It won't be long now, my love," he kissed her. "And you'll be back in those ridiculous stilettos of yours any day now."
"Did you pack me a pair?"
"In your St. Mungos bag?" he laughed. "No, I did not. I packed your running shoes. You need to be comfortable."
"They need to see their director as a strong capable woman."
"You won't be there to be their director. You'll be there as a new mother. And no, I didn't pack that black silk skirt and blazer with the white lace blouse you wanted either. I refuse to pack you a business suit for you to bring your twins home in. I packed you realistic comfortable clothes, for goodness sakes. It is not a fashion show. Besides that, anything you wear is beautiful, so stop worrying about every detail."
"The baby books?" she asked.
"Would you stop?" he laughed. "I have you covered. Here." He accio'd her book from upstairs. "Put your mind to work. Read a book, Well, Ladies, is it our turn in the gym?"