The Sunspire my dove, my lamb

It was a wonder to be loved by the woman she so adored.  Every second she could bask in Olive's presence she took; eager to learn, and also eager just to be around the druid.  So when the fae began a passion-filled speech the seasprite listened in turn.

"I have met you!"  It brought tears to her eyes though she did well to conceal them under the guise of happiness for the other -- truly, she was!  But her words meant more to Seabreeze than she ever could have truly known.  

Once the contractions began, she began to look for bushels of herbs that Stray totally assumed they would have prepared -- a mouthful of lavendar, lilac, rosebud.  She surrounded the laboring woman as her body became taut, ready.

I am both ready and not ready.  Was anyone -- other than Olive, she presumed -- ever really ready their first time?  I am excited.  But I have never done this before.