Sequoia Coast cantaloupe

There was no telling how long it would be.

How long had it been for her mother? For anaa? She tried to think back to those days, but her head had begun to throb lightly and the effort only made the ache stronger; she felt it now in her chest, and realized she missed her mother deeply—and while she had been present for the birth of her siblings, Wilwarin could not grasp the entirety of her condition; it was to be a gauntlet, and she refused to dwell for long upon it.

The children settled, eventually. She let out a few low, long breaths and adjusted her weight only to find the effort to be pointless. She was just too large now, and no position would ever feel comfortable.

The man comments on her children, or child; and she smiles with such warmth!

Mouthing in her silent way—perhaps for the first time in this man's company— I cannot wait to meet them. You will stay?