Alright alright, fic update post! I - get this - finished a chapter two to something, so, without further ado,
Fate Picks Its Favorites
Chapter 2 - Namesakes
The trouble is, the babies need names before any adoption can be finalized, and Lady Scott hasn’t exactly been considering children lately. She hasn’t had any reason to, and she certainly hasn’t been wasting time considering what names potential children might have. The unnamed babies in question are both sleeping, each carefully settled into their brand new cribs as Lady Scott’s lawyer weaves a legal safety net around all of them using words like asylum and protective custody and the right to nationality of foundlings. Sabitri had the insight to purchase a book of baby names with the rest of the supplies, but right now it’s only dangling from Diana’s hand as she paces back and forth between the cribs.
She’s stalking. It’s something her mother used to do in moments of anxiety, and apparently Diana picked it up along the way. That thought makes her serene expression twitch, which irritates her enough that she gives up the pretense of even trying to read the baby name book, and she sets it down on her desk. Forcing her feet to stop at the feet of one of the cribs, she leans over the rail, staring down at the baby in contemplation.
The blue baby is sucking on his neon-glow pacifier even in his sleep, and his arms are clutched around the also-sleeping fish. Gears in her head turn.
This child was sent here with comfort objects. Maybe-
She needs to see the pods again.