Two Eyes Cenote lotus & wine

slides back in here

the narrow features glow with rosy pink. oh, shut up, you, she teases. don't you get me going again.
it was lovely, this little life! the girl's jaws split in a soft, sleepy yawn as she stretches out on her back, round belly facing the sky. it feels like it'll be any day now, she presses a kiss to the cheek of her husband-to-be, trailing down the expanse of his jaw. i want to meet them already.
how many do you think there are? she asks, partially to khusobek and partially to herself. or, i guess a better question would be, how many do you want?