cambox | Da Future

[She's happy that it's done, she was getting antsy! Being pregnant around her mom or, fuck, around the Subway Bosses... that shit is awkward. And her only complaint is that it took this long to move out.

Buuuuuut... Hilda looks so pleased. She looks around the house, a bright and pleasant smile on her face, exploring it (but forsaking the stairs, fuck that shit she'll go upstairs when she goes to bed).]

I'm really impressed! I can't even believe it's the same place.

This is really wonderful, this is a house that I'm proud to raise my kids in.

All it's missing is an elevator. [Haha. ha.] Everything's washable, waterproof, and as fire and Pokémon resistant and baby safe as it can be. [He poured his soul into this okay]

There's more.

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Alright, bring it, what else you got?

[He heads over to the backdoor!

...There is a backyard now. It's not fenced, but it's private thanks to all of the trees. The trees are big enough to cover it up- only some light filters through.

There's a tiny berry garden next to the house- there's only so much that berry pots can do, and berries are nice. A few of them are sprouting and starting to grow--!

But the biggest change is the tiny pond nearby. It's not that deep, but it's deep enough that a smaller pair of Goldeen have already made a home out of it, and there's even a Marill there right now, and--]

Rhyperior and Kingdra are to thank for that. [...No, really. That was all them. He left them alone for the day and came back to it.]

Oooh... even your Pokémon are fancy. Neat. It's so nice back here, bet the kids'll love it.

[Nod nod! She puts her hands on her hips... but only briefly, as they find their way back onto her gravid belly.]

Okay, and I'll look at upstairs later. My feet are killing me and I don't think I'll make it up the steps.

Take it easy. The couch is brand new and really comfy. [He looks really happy about the couch in specific, but he'll wait for Hilda to settle down first.]

Alrighty! Let's go sit down, then.

[She looks pleased! Her own house, just a few more weeks to go in the pregnancy, a family on the way, and the promise of foot rubs since she knows she'll get Silver to do it...]

[She sits down! And... okay no that doesn't feel good on her back. Ahh, that feels good... except that the baby is way too heavy on her pelvis, like that. Maybe if she scoots a little more and leans... ugh, no, now it's not resting on anything and hanging off of her. Bluh, she can't lay face-first, belly in the way... she tries to hang over the sofa facing backwards, but it doesn't work.

Cue another ten minutes before she gives up and lays down on the couch, laying on her side.]

[...Soon, Hilda. Soon. Hang in there.

Regardless, by the time she finally gets... As comfortable as she can be... Silver's already put his shoes at the front of the door, taken off his jacket and gloves, and grabbed lotion.

Foot rubs. Foot rubs will make things a little better, right? ...He'll massage her anywhere she wants, really. It. It makes him feel less helpless and helps Hilda. Everyone wins.]

Mmm... thanks, that feels good...

[She says that every time but she just melts. She loves physical contact, it's just so emotionally reassuring! She carefully turns over, facing the back of the couch, so that he can reach her back later.]

'm gonna miss these massages, once it's born.

...I can still give them to you. It's not like you're going anywhere.

[Why not? If it makes Hilda happy, it's rewarding. Simple as that.]

Mm, I'll have to give you massages, too. Any excuse to get my hands on you.

[Hilda you can barely sit upright you're so heavily pregnant, chill.]

...You know I'm ticklish. [Chill. Reach for your inner chill, Hilda. Reach it and gently embrace it.]

Yeah, yeah. I'll be pretty happy to do fun stuff with you again. Really, just being able to move, I didn't realize I'd get this huge.

[They'll get to go places and train and battle and go on the Battle Subway and do things-

Right, it's probably bad to bring this all up when she can't move. Uh.]

Yeah. ...You're having a lot harder of a time than mom is. [Then again, well, that's Elesa.]

Yeah... that kind of scares me, a little. You know?

[She says it with that usual strong, Hilda-esque grit. There's no fear in her tone, just in the confession itself.]

[Silver pauses for a moment and stops massaging her feet, although he doesn't pull his hands away. He takes a moment to digest what Hilda's said. That she's really admitting that she's scared.

...He then moves over, pushes some hair out of her face, and kisses her on the forehead- he'd go for her lips, but he doesn't want her moving around too much, and he starts massaging her back right afterwards anyway.]

...It's okay to be scared... [-He'll never say otherwise-] But everything will be okay. [He refuses to believe anything else.]

[Hilda relishes that little kiss, wanting to grab Silver's hand but settling for rubbing her stomach instead.]

I can't get hurt. I got you to take care of. And the baby too, I guess.

[...Hey.]

What's that supposed to mean?

I've saved your life like... twice? Three times, if you count that point where you probably would have been fine. And then I've saved your butt a dozen more times than that?

[PRIDE

PRIDE

PRIDE...]

[Nope just keeping quiet and massaging Hilda it wasn't a dozen times and he would have been okay anyway alright]

You're not allowed to die or get yourself in that much trouble, alright? You've got to make sure this little guy doesn't get into trouble first.

Yeah. I'm not just responsible for myself anymore, so I've gotta be careful.

So... which would you rather have? A boy or a girl?

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