#thread:tessa

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“I know, my love. As I love you for all eternity as well,”

“Privileged?” she questioned, suppressing laughter at his expression of indignation. “You are aware you have lost any privilege when Magnus found us and undoubtedly shared the tale with many others.”

“Very clear,” she confirmed, tenderness in her grey eyes as she watched him lovingly brush his lips against her skin. The soft smile on her face slipped though, when he helped her up. As long as she sat still, it was bearable, but being as round and heavy in this final stage, any movement caused her body great discomfort. The instinct to be stubborn and insist on helping further, faded almost entirely as she bit down on her bottom lip not to groan out loud. 

The brunette hurried to cover the grimace on her features as her sweet husband lowered her against the pillows. Worrying Jem was the last thing she wanted to do. Especially in these times, when she felt certain someone would call upon her for help sooner or later. 

“You are right, my love,” she conceded, nodding as she still held onto his hand. Tessa wanted to keep him close with such a desperation it seemed to cut through her, but she also knew it wasn’t possible. If she was really going to rest, then it was up to Jem to figure things out. “But you must go now. Help the other warlocks. Find the cure. --I’ll rest, I promise.”

There had been many challenges in the time they had found each other again, and stress had become a daily factor. Yet, she knew him to be right. And seeing as how it had been over a century since her last pregnancy, caution might be well advised. 

A small, but very welcomed laugh escaped her when he mentioned THE Google. “Yes, and when it’s on the internet, it must be true,” she quipped, grinning as she took his hand and kissed his knuckles gently. “You are too adorable, my love.” 

Tessa had spent some time in the region where Jem grew up in those years she couldn’t be with him as she was now. Still, she knew her Mandarin was not quite as fluent as his, or perhaps she had learned a more modern version of the language. Either way, she figured it must have been her pronunciation which temporarily appeared to confuse him. 

The sweet, old-fashioned gesture lightened her heart again and she smiled down at him, How she loved to see time had never corrupted him and he was still her fairytale prince. 

It was true, and Tessa couldn’t deny that the others would advice her to rest as well, even with the end of their immortality in view. Still, she knew that if she did not do everything within her power for them, she would never forgive herself. 

“Perhaps,” she admitted weakly, clearly not pleased with his correct assessment, leaving her with no real excuse. And she knew he would not take her self-sacrificing nature as a good argument. Besides, if she were to be truly honest with herself, Tessa had to admit a part of her felt torn for she did not wish to cause harm to her child either.