A colorful celebration of life

She grinned, shrugging. In the palace, everything's done for me, because I'm so busy. But I like to cook. Now, there were days where she didn't feel like cooking and was thankful the palace was staffed. But most of the time? She missed just... cooking.

He made a comment about sleep, or lack thereof, and she shrugged. I slept. A little bit. She stated, moving to balance the tray of food across the end of the bed, so that she could settle beside of him. Mostly tired around mid-afternoon, these days. But I'm used to going with little sleep, my life is pretty busy. She usually took a nap, if one could call sleeping for four hours at a time a nap. For a brief second, the happiness in her voice falters. Because her life is pretty busy. And she'd never wanted more children. Much less to be pregnant again.

But she wanted this one. She didn't even realize when the time lapsed and the sterility spell needed to be redone, she couldn't pinpoint the date. Back at the palace, she'd probably written it down somewhere. It was almost always around the same date, when she had to redo the spell that ensured she'd not get pregnant. Some accidents could be happy, she supposed. Anyway, I miss cooking. My children haven't tasted homecooked meals from me in... well, most of their lives. She murmured, pulling the tray to rest over her lap.

I'd like that to be different, with this one.