take care of yourself

[attitude]

Every time that Faye thought she'd finally learned to accept her pregnancy in full, something came about to prove her wrong. In some ways, it felt like taking regular steps towards some blurred and as of yet uncertain destination. Telling Dean had been the first big step, one that left her feeling exposed and shaky at best, to learn that someone else was much more prepared for the changes to come than she was herself. Recognizing each symptom thereafter had been an almost painful process, one which drew out a sense of lingering paranoia. Were her aches caused by the pregnancy? Was she losing sleep because of anxiety? Was she, could she, had she— an endless myriad that never seemed to solve for itself, because some answers simply couldn't be had no matter how great the effort to root them out.

And that morning, she'd come across yet another problem: the clothes that she'd picked out for herself at the beginning of the month, skin-tight and every bit as capable of exuding confidence as the bright yellow she used to wear, were somehow too small around the waist.

Naturally, Faye knew that the changes had taken place since day one. But in some way, the baby was still a distant notion at the start. Fatigue, she could blame on the mental stress. Nausea, she could blame on poor eating habits. But a thickening of her waist felt somehow undeniable, because Faye Valentine was not one to let herself go to any extent, and her size had remained constant since she woke up in that chamber those few years ago.

Something else was changing, and still Faye felt like she was digging her heel stubbornly against all of it.

For the time being, her solution was to snag a shirt out of the several that Dean sometimes left at her place, before slipping on the loosest pair of jeans she had. Maybe she didn't look like much, but at least it masked the constant thrum of her chest as she took a deep breath, setting out for the common dining room, even if she had the lingering suspicion that her nausea would make it hard to keep anything down.


[ Dated April 20th, this is the post for anyone who knows Faye and wants to hear about baby stuff first-hand from her! ST/LT welcome, no limit, go wild. (Sorry for being slow enough to require backdating.) ]

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[radical_cowgirl]

Edward had heard Faye moving around in the other room and her ears perked up. It was about food time and if Faye was up maybe they could go together. However, Edward was still getting used to all the clothing pieces, but soon she had her new regular outfit of cut-offs, chaps, tied-on shirt and big cowboy hat and she ran off.

"Wait, Faye-Faye, Edward wants to go with youuuuuu!"

[notfaking_it]

Lily wasn't impressed with the coffee. There were a lot of things about this change that she could overlook, a lot of things that she'd dealt with. The clothes didn't bother her so much -- she wouldn't have normally gone for Sharon Stone in The Quick and the Dead, but it was working for her, she figured -- and the weather could be dealt with, but she wasn't happy with the coffee. No matter how she tried to brew it, it just didn't taste right.

"Hey," she said when she saw Faye, holding her coffee cup in both hands, as if looking at it could somehow make it better. "I'd offer you coffee, but I'm pretty sure I don't want to inflict this on anyone, especially someone I like."

[victorofthe65th]

Carrying a handful of peanuts and sweating profusely, Finnick drops into the chair next to Faye and waves a hand to try and cool himself off. He's been assured by many that the climate of the Island will change back in due time but, as far as he's concerned, due time was several weeks ago. He isn't used to this dry heat at all, isn't used to not being near even a speck of water. It's overbearing.

Not to mention it's completely ruining his wedding plans, making him anxious in a way he hopes isn't too obvious. Though he's sure Annie has her suspicions.

"Tell me again that this won't last forever. I swear, I can't even remember what the ocean smells like anymore," he says with a heavy sigh before flashing a wide smile at Faye. "Peanut?"

[little_moons]

"Hey," I say, dropping into the chair next to her, a beer in my hand. The food here's strange. The lack of fruit and boar meat. I still haven't gotten used to it. I haven't gotten used to a lot of things, and the whole damn experience is really threatening to cure me of my whole cowboy fetish, but whatever.

I can't help it. My eyes drop down to her middle, like I'll be able to tell, but she's not wearing her usual skintight bright colors. The baggy t-shirt does a damn good job of disguising whatever might already be showing, so early on.

[manwithoutfear]

I can't hear heartbeats, but there are other ways I've grown to recognize friends from a distance. The unique way they walk, a whiff of a perfume. Guided by the tap-tap-tap of my cane, I turn a corner, following a familiar set of footsteps.

"Faye?"