“You like it when I steal your clothes and wear them,” Navia protested with a laugh, thinking of how her wearing his shirt once before had led them him throwing her down on a bed to have his way with her. She didn’t think of what had happened after. Théadan was soon pointing out he was thinking of what their future together held. Smiling to herself, Navia closed her eyes and listened to the tenor of his voice, of the happiness she could sense in his tone. She tried to picture what their lives would be like a year in the future like he was. A pretty home by the sea, flowers in the garden and in vases around the house. A little room decorated specifically with their baby in mind, with décor from Khlurios and Mes’Mo’Tan alike, so they would know both. Théadan was picturing a daughter and while that made her smile, it was his reference to her as a mother that caused Navia to open her eyes and look his way.<br/><br/>She’d called him a father and had known she was going to have a child, but hearing herself referred to as a mother was new. Tears welled in her eyes at the thought of it and began to spill over as Théadan described how perfect it would be for him to see her holding their child. With the hand she’d been resting just below her breasts rising to wipe at the tears, Navia took a breath to try to get a handle on her emotions. “The baby could be a son, remember,” she warned quietly, not wanting Théadan to grow too attached to the idea of having a girl, “I just want a healthy baby when the day finally comes and you by my side so I can see your expression when our child joins us.” Being with Théadan had made her feel more complete, better as a person. With a contented sigh, Navia closed her eyes while she thought of how their child would better their lives all the more and drifted from there with a loose smile on her lips.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>The rest of the afternoon was spent napping in the shade, then searching for seashells that had washed up in the surf when they woke. With a few pretty ones saved for their child at Théadan’s suggestion, they had packed them into the basket with the contents of the their lunch and gathered their clothing. Once they were all packed up and had gotten their fill of one last view, one last kiss, in their little sliver of beachy paradise, they carefully ascended the precarious stairs that had taken them down to the beach and had to brave the humidity of the jungle once more. As it was late afternoon, the jungle had been hot and sticky, so they had not spent much time leisurely walking through like they had done that morning. There hadn’t been as many animals out as there had been earlier; it appeared as though the heat was too much for them as well. Instead of pointing out animals to each other while they walked, they had discussed the types of questions they could ask Osa about the future in store for them when they met her later that evening.<br/><br/>Once they finally returned to<i>Ghatni</i>, Navia had wanted nothing more than a cool bath and a chance to rest a little again before meeting Baiza for dinner. After pointing out they needed to clean up from the beach individually to keep from losing control around each other, Navia had hidden herself away in the bathroom adjacent to their room and took the time to scrub down. They were both tired after all; both sore and hot from their eventful day together. When she was clean of the sand, sweat, and salt she had accumulated, Navia had left Théadan to clean up as well and had curled up in their bed to rest until it was time for their meal with Baiza. Half-listening to the sounds of Théadan moving around and cleaning up, she'd dozed on the fluffy white bed until it was time to dress.<br/><br/>After they were clean, dressed, and rested, they’d been called to join Baiza for the evening. In the only other outfit she had, the backless green dress, Navia had taken the time to braid her hair back from her face and was pushing at a couple wispy loose strands as they left their room together. Her hand reached for Théadan’s while they followed one of Baiza’s white-clad attendants down the hallway together, her eyes curious as they went to meet his own. “What kind of trouble are you getting me into tonight when we get back to our room?” She asked quietly so she wouldn’t be overheard, her expression sly as if she was always innocent of causing trouble. Navia glanced at the woman ahead of them, recognized a quiet little game could easily be played before they reached Baiza, then stepped a bit closer to Théadan while they walked, her hand squeezing his teasingly while the other poked at his side to try to get a rise out of him.