“Oh, they’re just adorable!” Kimberly crooned as she held before her a pair of stockings and a woolen shirt, both small enough for a baby. Her face brimming with a grin, she laid the small bundle in her lap, and looked up at Jotham who stood with his hands clasped before him, a deliciously feminine grin crisscrossing his face. “These are wonderful. Thank you, Jotham! Thank you!”
Jotham had once been a woman, and as such, had asked if he might be allowed to attend the baby shower. Judging from the way he walked, spoke, and reacted at each new gift, had he worn a dress, Kimberly might have mistaken him for a true woman.
“Is that wool?” Somebody asked.
“However did you afford that dye?” Another voice called.
“I hope you made another set, in case she has a girl,” one of the Glenners she saw asked.
Jotham smiled and answered each question eagerly, while Kimberly simply stroked her paws across the set of clothes. They had rearranged the main room of her home to fit everyone, as well as all of the gifts. She was sitting with her back to the fire, dress splayed out around her feet before her. A stack of gifts was already sitting at her left and right, several pairs of swaddling clothes from Mrs. Blaylock, a small box of baby toys, including a bright blue rattle from Allart and Marya, as well as a companion set of pink one’s from the Innkeeper Jurmas’s wife Kinslee.
Her paws resting upon her belly, Kimberly wondered how much longer it would be before she could feel the child inside of her growing. She smiled at that thought, knowing that tonight would come a partial answer to that question. From what Lady Avery had told her about her own pregnancy with Christopher and Darien, were she to bear a rat, her time would come sooner than was traditional. After Burris had made the diagnosis, she had thought that in October their child would come, but the very idea that it might be a great deal sooner appealed to her. She simply had not yet had the heart to tell it to Charles.
“Well, I think they are adorable,” Kimberly stated, holding the baby clothes to her chest, nuzzling at them, feeling across the smooth wool with her whiskers.
“I’m so glad you like them,” Jotham beamed, his face shining even brighter than the lamps.
There was as always a bit of a stir to see who would have their gift opened next. Kimberly smiled as she saw many familiar faces, and some she did not know as well. A few of her gifts had been placed behind her along the wall so that she couldn’t see them. But others were set on the table, waiting to be opened. Lisa stood nervously perched over a tall cone-shaped basket set atop a stone tray. Her left hand – her only hand – was resting atop the basket, holding it steadily. Ralls, like Jotham once a woman but now a man, was standing next to her, ready to help.
“How about yours, Lisa,” Kimberly called, voice brimming, eager to see what she might have given that would requires such a strangely shaped disguise.
The youthful Long scout beamed with pride at being selected next. With her hand steady the basket, Ralls carried the stone base, setting it down just before Kimberly’s feet. “I know you and Charles are just going to enjoy this. I was so excited when I heard the news I had to make something special for the occasion. But I never realised how difficult it would be to bring it here all intact!”
Kimberly almost bounced in her seat, leaning forward, baby clothes crumpling in her lap, “Well, what is it? Can I see?’
Lisa smiled and nodded, gripping the handle of the cone-shaped basket in her hand and lifting straight up. There were several dimple sin the stone base, and in two of them sat fiery red and yellow pebbles that nearly glowed in the lamplight. But in the centre of the stone plate was a two-tiered cake, smeared a smooth chocolate frosting. Kimberly’s whiskers trembled as she let out a squeak of delight at the delectable treasure.
“Oh, that look’s marvellous!” Along the top, Kimberly could see that she had scrawled in a white frosting the words, “For Charles and Kimberly’s first!”. She smiled then and clasped her paws to her chest, beaming as she looked once more up to Lisa, “That’s so sweet!” She rose to her feet then, and gingerly stepped around the cake, and embraced Lisa in a tight hug.
“I knew you’d like it!”
Kimberly nodded, and leaned down, “When can I eat it?”
“Whenever you want!” Lisa said, beaming with pride.
“Charles will want some of it too,” Kimberly said, resting one paw on the chair’s arm. “But this is so nice! However did you keep it warm?”
Lisa tapped one of the two red rocks quickly. “These are pyrocks. They kept it warm while under the basket.”
Kimberly took the cone-shaped basket then in her paws, and slowly lowered it back over the cake. “Well, let’s keep this safe. Thank you, Lisa, it looks wonderfully delicious!”
With Ralls helping, they were able to set the cake back on the table and out of the way. Kimberly did her best while she was standing up not to look back towards the hearth, lest she see some of the other gifts before it was time. But she would have to choose another of her friends now. Slowly letting herself sink back into the chair, tail curling around her legs, she decided to pick one of the Glen Avery women. She’d just chosen two Long Scouts in a row after all.
She saw Annette Levins standing towards the doorway, a long sash drawn over her shoulders, threads being torn out by her spindles as she moved. Kimberly glanced away though, she was sure that the hedgehog had baked something as well, and would find out what a little bit later. Baerle was standing not too far off, smiling, her paws clutching the hem of her breeches. Kimberly resolved again to help the opossum get a nice dress. She’d have to ask Baerle last for her gift, she was too special a friend to go in the middle.
And then Kimberly’s eyes alighted upon Lady Avery standing patiently in her grey frock only a short distance to her right. Kimberly smiled and waved a paw in her direction, “What do you have for me, Lady Avery?”
Angela let out a slight laugh, silvery tones marred by the chittering from her squirrel throat. “I think Laura, Sylia, and I should present our gifts together.” She glanced over to the Long Scout and her wife. Laura was once a man, and had married before the Battle of Three Gates. Sylia, her wife, had become a white furred Terrier, an Elvquelin Terrier she’d heard. While they could never have a child again, both being women, they did have a son Benyam from before the curses struck.
Laura smiled then and nodded, patting Sylia’s paw with one gentle hand. “Yes, give us a moment to bring them out.”
“Now close your eyes!” Sylia pipped merrily, jumping up excitedly, tail wagging furiously behind her.
Kimberly did so, pressing her paws over her face, giggling under her breath. She could hear the movement of bodies about her, and the scraping of wood against stone, and wood against wood. She could smell the press of bodies, as well as a richness she now realized was the chocolate from the cake. Her body trembled excitedly, tail tip shivering as she waited, grunting coming from all sides. Whatever their present was it must be awfully heavy for so many to be grunting so!
The sound of something heavy being set down before her, several somethings in fact, came to her ears a moment later. She resisted the temptation to peek just yet, her paws eager to return to her sides. Her ears twisted forward, straining for permission to see once more. And then, she heard all three women declare in delighted tones that she could open them once more.
Before her – Kimberly blinked several times to make sure she was seeing properly – were three cradles made from wood. They were set in a line, with the two on either side very similar in design, while the one in the middle appeared to be designed like a rocking chair. She reached forward and gave it a small push, but it did not move.
“Three cradles?” she asked, blinking again, the disbelief plain in her voice.
Laura laughed. “Sylia and I bought you the rocking one.”
“We didn’t know that Lady Avery would be giving you two as well!” Sylia finished the thought for her husband.
Kimberly touched all three in turn. The two cradles that Lady Avery had supplied were made from a nice sturdy cherry, while the one from Laura and Sylia was fashioned from oak. The two had feather cushions fastened inside, while the pillows set in the rocking cradle were not attached. “How do you make it rock?” she asked at last, giving it another push.
Laura bent forward, and gestured to a level on the far side of the cradle. “You have to turn this clockwise, and then it will rock.” She gave the small handle a twist, and then the cradle suddenly lurched under Kimberly’s paws. “See?”
As it swung back to meet her palms, Kimberly smiled, giving it another push. “I see now!” She smiled up to Laura, “This is lovely! Thank you,” she also gazed to Sylia, “both so much!” The rat then stroked her paws over one of the cherry-wood cradles. “Why did you give me two?” She asked.
Lady Avery smiled and glanced over the rat. “These were Darien and Christopher’s cradles. They don’t need them anymore, and I didn’t want them to go to waste. It will be good for you and Charles to have several, just in case.” At that, several of the women turned to their neighbours and whispered quick words behind their hands and paws.
Kimberly could only blush a bit and nod, stroking her paws happily along the smooth red wood. Tonight she would know after all. Tonight.
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