"For the same reason that I got the tattoo of one on my nape. I admire them – despite having a short lifespan and being very delicate, they don't let either hold them back. Plus, they're master fliers. Any sphinx would love to be a master flier." And she wanted that for the baby; was a little worried that, like her, its wings wouldn't come to it naturally.
"Ah, I get it." Knox gestured at the box and bag near the closet. "I see that you have everything ready."
"Yep. All we have to do on the big day is take it downstairs to the living room." She'd chosen to have a home birth, which wasn't uncommon for demons. She liked the idea of being in her own home, a familiar place where she felt comfortable, relaxed, and safe, while she went through what would no doubt be a hell of an experience.
Her main reason for choosing a home birth, however, was that she wouldn't feel safe in a hospital. It would be a time when she was vulnerable, when Knox was distracted, and when the baby wouldn't be all that difficult to get to – no matter how many precautions were taken. As such, people might think it was a good time to attack. At home, she and the baby would be a hell of a lot safer.
Everything she needed for the birth was ready in the box, thanks to Meg – old sheets and towels, blankets, and plastic sheeting among other things. Meg had also gotten hold of a portable heater to keep the baby warm – apparently, her daughter had used one and it had been ideal.
Harper had still packed a bag with toiletries and clothes for her and the baby, just in case there were complications and she needed to be transferred to a hospital. It also meant she didn't have to send Knox and Meg on errands to seek out the stuff she wanted during the home birth; all they'd have to do was grab her bag.
Rodgers hadn't advised against a home birth, since the last ultrasound scan had showed that the baby had indeed had a growth spurt. It was no longer smaller than it should be and, in fact, was a little bigger than he'd expected.
"Nervous about the birth?" asked Knox as they left the nursery, closing the door behind them.
She bit her lip. "Yeah. I've read about it, heard countless stories about it, and I'd like to think I'm prepared, but I still have my worries."
Hating that he couldn't fix that for her, Knox said, "I'll help however I can. Tell me what you want and I'll make it happen. Whatever you need me to do, I'll do it."
"I don't need you to do anything complicated. Just be there." If she could feel close and connected to this person who made her feel safe, Harper knew she'd get through it okay.
He rested his forehead against hers. "I will be with you every step of the way, I promise. And speaking of the baby, I have some news. The lair is organizing a parade in the Underground."
Her brow furrowed. "A what?"
"A parade in honor of the baby."
Harper groaned. "Knox, you saw what people were like at the announcement – full of questions, horror stories, and unwanted advice. The further along a woman is in the pregnancy, the worse it is. When Heidi's mom was pregnant, I felt so bad for her. It's like people see a baby bump and forget the existence of etiquette. They commented on everything – her boobs being bigger, the weight she'd gained, her face being plumper, her ankles swelling up."
Knox raked his gaze over her. "I don't mind that your breasts are bigger. The only weight you've really gained is the weight you initially lost. And your face isn't plump. Your ankles don't look swollen either."
"Not the point, Thorne. Heidi's mom gracefully ignored it, but I don't have her easy temperament. I'd rather have the damn baby shower again, and that's saying something."
"I thought baby showers were supposed to be relaxing events."
"Not when they're thrown by imps, they're not."
When Jolene had told him that she'd organized a baby shower for Harper, he'd envisaged a relaxing get-together that involved silly games, finger foods, a diaper cake, and lots of oohing and ahhing as the guests sat in a circle watching the mother-to-be open their gifts. But it turned out that an imp baby shower was nothing like that.
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Although Harper had warned him that it would be a rowdy event, he hadn't realized just what she meant until he'd later pulled up outside Jolene's house to hear "Ice Ice Baby" filtering through the open windows. The imps had a mimosa bar, a DJ, karaoke, and a BBQ going, and everyone other than Harper had been absolutely smashed by the end of it.