"Ruby, I don't really need to check your potion," Robert said. "I made it, remember?" He held the bottle up to the light to check it for color and then opened it to sniff it and put just the tiniest drop on the tip of his little finger. He closed the bottle and handed it back to her.
"The potion is fine," he told her, "I think its far more likely that this is about anxiety. You tend to have more issues with anxiety anyway just by nature. Even so, I think its fair to say that you've been exceptionally anxious a good portion of the time recently, and it has affected you in all kinds of ways. I can give you a trial of a calming potion but I will not leave you on it indefinitely. Consider this. In its simplest terms, anxiety is thought based--negative thoughts about things you're afraid might happen. You can learn to control your thoughts, and that will help you to reduce the anxiety. You can also learn to change some of your anxiety driven behaviors, and that will change the thoughts and then the feelings. And frankly nearly all the things we worry about never come to pass anyway, but when you ruminate on them and spin them around and around endlessly they just get bigger and bigger and more unmanageable. And I think that's exactly what you've been doing. Whatever you feed gets bigger. If you feed anxiety, it becomes flat out panic eventually. If you feed calm, you shrink the anxiety and the stress starts to dissipate.
"Take a look at what you're running through your head so much. For example, you really do need to come to terms with your parents and your past and what you do and don't want for your future. You need to get a handle on the fear that Angus is going to leave. To the best of my knowledge he has never ever mentioned anything about that to you--not once. And I'm sure those aren't the only negative thoughts spinning around in your head. But you need to get that under control. If you manage to do that, and I think nearly all of this extra nonsense will resolve itself."
Andrew heard Ruby ask him to talk Angus into getting some sleep.
"I'll do my best," Andrew replied, understanding why the cakes held such extreme importance to Angus. He was also hearing Robert telling Angus in no uncertain terms that he didn't want Angus to stay up all night. Andrew actually believed Robert's plan was a good one. He didn't want to see Angus stay up all night for wedding crashers, even if they were family.
"Every woman's experience is different," Kate told her. "And, of course I had some of the typical hormonal changes and things that we all go through. Nerves can add extra symptoms though that have nothing to do with pregnancy. I think you're giving your baby too much credit if you think that all of these things that you think are turning your stomach are because the baby doesn't like them but that list was relatively small. I can certainly remember having a little of that, but this seems like more than you probably should be having, and certainly more than you should have with your prenatal potion. There are some foods that could give you trouble. That's for sure, but I think, perhaps, your nerves are getting to you," Kate said. "When I was pregnant with Khaat, Remus's curse was out of control and that was before he was taking the wolfsbane potion because it was bloody expensive in those days and nigh onto impossible to get until Robert learned how to make it himself. It was frightening having an uncontrolled werewolf in the house. Robert was also going to Paris regularly to battle Tom Gelding's father, and there were times I wasn't sure he was coming back. Of course I had a lot of anxieties, but I figured out that I couldn't stay stuck in them. I figured out that as calm as Robert is by nature, he had his own anxieties about becoming a first time father, and if I stayed stuck in anxiety or if I complained a lot, it caused him not just a bit more anxiety but it also caused him some extreme stress because there wasn't a bloody thing he could do about what I was thinking or feeling. There really wasn't anything he could do to help me. I wasn't helping myself, and I was actually harming the man I loved more than my own life. I realized I was the one who had to make a little bit of a change. So, I shifted gears to do more things that made me happy, and when I was happy, he and Remus were both much happier. Life was just better. I don't know that I can give you advice, but I do know what worked for us."
Ian and his chefs returned with the cake and they set it at first on their worktables. Angus and Robert went over to the cake. Robert looked at it, and then looked back at Angus in utter amazement.
"You did this?"
"Yeah with help from Andrew and Ruby and the boys," Angus said.
"God, Angus, this is amazing," Robert said. "It's fantastic. It had to have taken you hours."
"It did," Angus replied.
"Angus," Ian said. "I think you probably would have enough, but, what we could do, without changing the integrity of the cake or the taste is to simply enchant it to increase it in size just a wee little bit."
"That always makes it taste conjured," Angus shook his head.
"No, no. It won't," Ian said. "Watch." He had a sioux chef bring him a slice of the leftover sponge cake from supper. He cut the piece in half and with one half, he increased it just a half inch. He had Angus and Robert close their eyes, and he gave each of them a bite of the enchanted piece and the regular piece to see if they could tell the difference. They couldn't.
"How'd you get that increasing spell to work?" Angus frowned at Ian. "Nobody's ever gotten that to work well on food."
"I did," Ian said with a cheeky grin. "Fair enough? I'll increase the cake just a wee bit, and we'll be fine. If you want, I'll make a batch of cupcakes and I'll borrow some of your leftover decorations just as backup, but I think we'll be fine. I think its far more essential that you get some sleep tonight and let my crew and me do the job you paid us for."
"It just needs to be perfect, you know? He's the only blood relative I have that gives a damn," Angus said.
"I know, and I've got you covered, my friend. It'll be fine. Trust me. Wouldn't you want me to trust you if the tables were turned?"
"Yeah, I would."
"Then, goodnight. I'll see you at breakfast," Ian laughed.
"Come on, Angus," Andrew said. "Let's let the man work." Andrew took him inside and found that Robert's house had plenty of bathrooms. He found one that wasn't in use and let Angus soak in a hot tub with a very masculine bath oil made with some soothing herbs like white sage, lavender, chamomile, and essential oils made with woods like blue cypress and cedar, and some other masculine aromas. He'd left Angus just one glass of firewhiskey to help him unwind tonight. Angus leaned back and closed his eyes and breathed out, trying to let himself soak into the silence for just a few moments, hoping all the noise in his mind would stop for just a little while.