Roux simply didn't hold an interest in hot chocolate that morning. It worried both himself and those around him. Lately he had become somewhat...listless, doing little all day but strum at his guitar. But this was because he knew something that others didn't know. For the past month and a half, he had been feeling dizzy and sick. At first, the thought that crossed his mind frightened him, but he reminded himself that, as a gypsy, many, many strange things would inevitably happen to him.
"Roux...please, eat some chocolate..." Vianne insisted, putting a bowl in front of him. "And if not chocolate, at least eat SOMETHING."
"Worms..." Roux laughed, hardly audible.
"Worms?" Vianne asked confusedly. Anouk chose this moment to come into the room.
"What's this of worms?" she asked, giggling. Roux chuckled with her for a moment and suppressed a vomiting fit, ever-so-slyly.
"I'm craving worms...chocolate covered worms..." Roux said. He surprised himself, really, because that was precisely the taste on his tongue.
"You're kidding right?" Anouke asked.
There was a long pause.
"Nope." Roux answered, grinning.
"Goodness..." Vienne muttered to herself "...sounds like something a pregnant woman would ask for." Roux flashed a sheepish grin. Was the fluttering sensation in his stomach butterflies, or was it the fetus he KNEW he was carrying? It seemed about the right time...
"Well, they ARE high in protein..." Roux argued, still grinning...jeez, did he feel perky today.
"What has you so happy today, Roux?" Vianne wondered aloud, sitting across from him. Roux picked up a bit of chocolate and popped it into his mouth. Just what he needed.
"Kids, of course..." he smiled. Vianne raised an eyebrow and Anouke slipped into Roux's lap. 'Oh god...' he thought to himself, feeling a bit panicky 'she would surely find out about it if she sits right there...' But, not wanting to come across as rude, he didn't resist. Nothing happened that would warrant concern...until that fluttering sensation came back. Anouke practically jumped out of Roux's lap and shook her head confusedly.
"What was that?" she asked.
"What was what?" Roux asked back, worried about the reaction Anouke would have if she knew.
"That...that...I don't know..." Anouke said. She looked towards her mother, who nodded for Anouke to leave the room. Knowing that cooperation would help her find out sooner, she left. Vianne sat down next to Roux and took his hand.
"Is there something you're not telling me, Roux?" she asked. Roux nodded.
"Yes..." he allowed himself a smile "Vianne...I'm pregnant." Vianne shrank back, surprised.
"...How is that possible?" she asked. Roux shrugged.
"I'm a gypsy...was a gypsy...I probably came across some weird spell on my travels..." he said.
"And you're not upset about the circumstances!" Vianne gasped. This was beyond her understanding. She had personally become upset about her own pregnancy. Roux shrugged again.
"I feel better than ever, to tell you the truth..." he groaned happily, resting his feet on the ottoman. "Excepting some physical pain...but, hey, what're ya gonna do?" He sighed happily. "What do you think I should name the kid?" he asked.
There was awkward silence.
"I...I don't know..." Was all Vianne could say. It wasn't every day that you suddenly found out there was a pregnant gypsy in your home...let alone one that was, by all means, not supposed to be in such a condition.
"I'll know when the time comes..." Roux said, closing his eyes and resting his hands on the nearly invisible curve in his stomach.