Two Eyes Cenote help me, i'm out of breath again

you really think so? inji crows, gaze darting back down to the curve of her stomach; smooth, thin, pleasing to the eye. there could be children in there, children that were hers; children that would belong only to she and khusobek. something no one could ever take from them.
a bitter bite of fear began to clutch her at the mention of morning sickness. oh, jeez, her eyes grow to the size of dinner plates, but through the etchings of nervousness is a sparkling nugget of gratitude for tavina. it's all worth it though, isn't it? i'm just glad i'm not gonna be doing this alone. my mom always used to tell me about how hard it was to travel when she was pregnant with my brother and i.