Dragoncrest Cliffs So I wait to break

"yes, i think so, maman. the little ones are growing, as are their older brothers and sisters. no one threatens us, and we have few visitors." mireille smirked. "the way we want it."
and yet her mind was floating, floating — she thought of her lovers, thought of val. would he change toward her as her body did? when the little ones were born would he seek to be their father, or keep his place? mireille wondered in quiet, kissing rosalyn's cheek with affection.