Madam Mim
One Big Modern Mess
- Joined
- May 30, 2013
Anne Marie smiled. "Yes, I am aware. But we must be very careful about how it is pulled off, lest anyone realize who the father of my child is. I'll likely be a pariah anyway, at least for a while; pregnant out of wedlock and all that." She rolls her eyes. "I simply cannot wait, however, to see Douairière LaMonte's face when I tell her." Her smile widened into a grin when she imagined that dried up old bitch's face at the news. "I hope, Captain Drake," she added over Sam's shoulder to Colin, "that my reasons for reacting the way I have have become more clear to you. I know that confidentiality goes without saying, particularly among the Society. But I needed to press home the seriousness of the situation. If anyone were to target our child, or leave him without one or both parents..." She trailed off, giving him a significant look.
Colin's amused expression faded as Erik chimed in with agreement. "I would expect no less," he remarked. "And...well, I believe I understand your hesitation. I only wish you had seen fit to trust us enough to take us into your confidence, without, ah, being compelled to by circumstance."
A ribbon of irritation raised Anne Marie's hackles but she smoothed them down quickly enough. "Yes, well I apologize," she lied. "I have many faults, and difficulty in trusting even my closest of confidantes is one of them. Additionally, we did not wish to be a distraction to the team. I hope in time you can find it in your heart to forgive us this trespass upon our friendship." There was a glint of steel in her eye and a finality of tone in her voice which indicated that it was a point she did not wish to argue further.
That tone always set Kieran on edge. He'd always had a feeling that Madame LaMonte was more dangerous than she let on, and never moreso than when she used that tone. He cleared his throat and rocked up onto his toes then back down nervously. "Yeah, well, we all know now and we'll protect the little bugger with our lives. Just as much as we would Rick Junior, right?" He looked around to Colin pointedly, then to the Heinz-Schmidts for agreement.
"Gideon," Erik corrected irritably. He had long given up on getting Kieran to stop calling him "Rick," and no longer getting a rise out of him seemed to have made the pirate stop for the most part. He had allowed this "Rick Junior" nonsense when Sam was pregnant, before they knew the sex of the baby and had decided on the name, but this was getting out of hand.
"Right," Kieran said, waving his hand dismissively and taking the wine.
Anne Marie smiled and thanked them as the others echoed their toast, but couldn't help but quietly agree with Algie. "Indeed," she agreed sotto voce into her glass. Colin seemed to be the only one taking it personally that they had kept things a secret; had he and Kieran not attempted the same? Additionally, it was their secret and her pregnancy; he didn't have a right to it! And why wasn't Algernon getting any of Captain Drake's irritation? Typical man!
She interrupted this line of thinking before it turned into irritated stewing, something more common these days. Instead she cleared her throat and rose. "And now I believe we've another excellent supper ahead of us," she said, indicating the doors. "Four courses this time, and we can make further plans for this party. I admit, I have been using you as guinea pigs; my taste isn't what it ought to be, all things considered, and so I have relied upon your reactions to indicate what is and is not suitable. With everything out in the open, however, I hope to elicit your opinions on the topic rather more openly."
Colin's amused expression faded as Erik chimed in with agreement. "I would expect no less," he remarked. "And...well, I believe I understand your hesitation. I only wish you had seen fit to trust us enough to take us into your confidence, without, ah, being compelled to by circumstance."
A ribbon of irritation raised Anne Marie's hackles but she smoothed them down quickly enough. "Yes, well I apologize," she lied. "I have many faults, and difficulty in trusting even my closest of confidantes is one of them. Additionally, we did not wish to be a distraction to the team. I hope in time you can find it in your heart to forgive us this trespass upon our friendship." There was a glint of steel in her eye and a finality of tone in her voice which indicated that it was a point she did not wish to argue further.
That tone always set Kieran on edge. He'd always had a feeling that Madame LaMonte was more dangerous than she let on, and never moreso than when she used that tone. He cleared his throat and rocked up onto his toes then back down nervously. "Yeah, well, we all know now and we'll protect the little bugger with our lives. Just as much as we would Rick Junior, right?" He looked around to Colin pointedly, then to the Heinz-Schmidts for agreement.
"Gideon," Erik corrected irritably. He had long given up on getting Kieran to stop calling him "Rick," and no longer getting a rise out of him seemed to have made the pirate stop for the most part. He had allowed this "Rick Junior" nonsense when Sam was pregnant, before they knew the sex of the baby and had decided on the name, but this was getting out of hand.
"Right," Kieran said, waving his hand dismissively and taking the wine.
Anne Marie smiled and thanked them as the others echoed their toast, but couldn't help but quietly agree with Algie. "Indeed," she agreed sotto voce into her glass. Colin seemed to be the only one taking it personally that they had kept things a secret; had he and Kieran not attempted the same? Additionally, it was their secret and her pregnancy; he didn't have a right to it! And why wasn't Algernon getting any of Captain Drake's irritation? Typical man!
She interrupted this line of thinking before it turned into irritated stewing, something more common these days. Instead she cleared her throat and rose. "And now I believe we've another excellent supper ahead of us," she said, indicating the doors. "Four courses this time, and we can make further plans for this party. I admit, I have been using you as guinea pigs; my taste isn't what it ought to be, all things considered, and so I have relied upon your reactions to indicate what is and is not suitable. With everything out in the open, however, I hope to elicit your opinions on the topic rather more openly."