Maternal

            “Melody, is zhe bow honestly necessary?” Charlemagne grumbled crankily. The Commandant Marshal was beginning to doubt her choice of allowing her younger sister to buy her maternity wear unattended. Curse this pregnancy having to be a secret.

            Charlemagne watched her younger sister fold up laundry on the floor next to her. A rare smile graced Melody’s face. The black haired woman looked up at the blonde. “Vhat’s zhe matter? I zhink it’s cute. Your tummy looks like zhere’s a present inside.”

            The Commandant Marshal rolled her eyes. “Ok fine, fair enough, but zhe colors for God’s sake! Vas it your intent to make me look like zhe sun?”

            Melody dropped the shirt she was holding and began to laugh. The light sound flittered through the room while Charlemagne quietly fumed. Melody had to wipe tears for her eyes when her laughter finally ceased. “Zhey’re S.T.O.R.M’s colors, Charlemagne. I know how much you love to keep in uniform.”