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It is all I can do. She softly moaned, protesting with what little energy her body retained.

But she went to the bed again, tried to settle upon it. Sitting was awkward, laying was uncomfortable. It was so unlike the first few times she had thought herself pregnant — and this was so different, so true.

She was too tired to be afraid. But she saw the look upon Tavina's face, the kind of focused worry she often witnessed during her earlier training or when work needed to be done. Nazli smiled; the look faltered as something inside of her stirred.

Oough... I cannot wait to meet them. Or to be small again. How many were there? She could not know. As large as she was, Nazli thought maybe she could birth an army.