Andraste
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Andraste had been desperately missing Siris. It was his child she was carrying, and he had been the most absent out of her husbands. She couldn’t blame him, as the mantle of the Eternal was exceptionally demanding. He had to operate within the shadows and go far and wide to expand his network. A lot of that meant they had next to no communication while he was away, and Andraste had been spending most of her time at the lakehouse with Cregan.
When it finally popped up on her comm that Siris was going to visit, she was beyond excited, making her way to their apartment. No matter what they accomplished, this apartment was their little corner of the galaxy that belonged to no one else. Andraste knew he’d want to find her here, and she purposely made a point to wait for him ahead of time.
The apartment looked just as they had left it, and it was adorably tiny compared to the palaces in Sith space she now frequented. It was difficult to think that this was where she had started, back when she was still just Alais. Everything had changed since then, and this place held a lot of memories for her.
Andraste ran her hands along the walls, glancing over at the furniture and the Holotv. She looked over at the couch where she spent hours bumming around and eating ice cream. Andraste gazed towards the bathroom, kitchen, bedroom, all of it bearing a comforting familiarity for her.
Being six months pregnant, she was always tired and sore, and her journey had left her with swollen feet. Andraste plopped down on the couch, deciding to pop in a movie as she waited for Siris. She decided that she was going to beg for a foot massage first thing from him.