Chapter 490: Time Grows Short
Five and a Half Months Later
E
There’s a strange atmosphere in the pce today and I admit that I don’t quite no how to feel, because
everything is half dread and half excited anticipation.
At least, that’s how it is for everyone else.
For me? For me it’s just a great deal of difort.
“E,” Cora scolds as I try to bend over and pick up one of Rafe’s socks from the floor. “Let me do that
– ”
“I can do it!” I gasp, reaching for it –
But then I stumble and almost fall over, and Cora catches me by the shoulders.
“Enough!” she snaps, shaking her head at me. “Back to the nest! Stop getting out of it! You’re six full
months pregnant, E – full term! For heaven’s sake, if you fall over I’m scared you’ll split like a
watermelon and just spill the baby out.”
“That might be better,” I mutter, ring at the errant sock and doing as my sister says, heading back for
my bed. “This baby is big, and I’m not precisely looking forward to pushing her out.”
“Well, what did you expect,” Cora says, flipping the sock into a hamper and walking behind me to the
bed. ” You decided to have babies with the most gigantic man I’ve ever seen.”
“First,” I say, holding up one finger as I sink down on to my bed and start to tuck my legs under the
covers, “I did not choose to have children with that gigantic man, I chose a nice slim sperm donor for
my first child -”
“Yeah well, you chose to have the second baby,” Cora reminds me, raising an eyebrow at me as she
sits down on the edge of the bed.
“And second,” I say, choosing to ignore her logic, “Rafe was a little baby. It’s not my fault that this one is
very content to stay in for as long as she possibly can.” I sigh, resting my head back against my pillows
and putting my hands on either side of my belly.
“Poor sister,” Cora coos, reaching out to stroke my stomach as well. “She’ll be here soon enough.”
What Cora says is true I’ve been in prebor for a couple of hours now. I’m having mild, irregr
contractions which Cora says is unlikely to be Braxton Hicks at thiste stage. So, baby girl ising
soon, even if she’s taking her time about this as well.
“Remember how crazy it was?” I say softly, my mind turning to the past. ” When Rafe was born?”
“I do,” she replies. “Do you miss it?”
I peek through my eyelids at her, smirking a bit. “Do I miss almost dying and fearing for my life, having
to stop and give birth in a strange pce because the roads to the hospital were blocked?”
She shrugs. “Well, do you?”
“Maybe a little,” I murmur, and then Iugh, shaking my head. “It was all very exciting. Poor baby girl
needs a fuss too.”
“We’ll give her plenty of fuss,” Cora says, running her handfortingly across my stomach. “Besides,
two months from now we get to have her baptism, and then it’s Aunt Cora’s revenge.”
“Cora,” I groan. “Honestly, it wasn’t so bad -”
“I’m going toe back from it soaked,” she says, grinning at me, ” covered in mud, with an insane
story about your daughter’s future – ”
“You know,” I say, sitting up on my elbows and ring at her, “you don’t have to be her godmother – ”
“Oh whatever, E,” Cora says, rolling her eyes andughing. “Like you have any other friends.”
“I have plenty of friends – -“I protest, my mouth falling open, but ourpletely unserious fight ends
abruptly when the door opens and our matese in, our sons in their arms.
Rafe turns in Sinir’s arms and gives a happy little cry when he sees me. ” Mama!” he calls, raising
his hands above his head and then leaning over, reaching for me.
“Whoa, kid,” Sinir says,ughing and catching Rafe before he hurl himself to the floor in his
eagerness to get to me. When they’re about halfway across the room, Sinir puts Rafe on his feet
and he totters over to the bed, absolutely breaking my heart with how cute he is.
“Hey, Rafey!” I call, reaching out for him. He bangs into the side of the bed and giggles, reaching for
me, and Cora obliges him by lifting him up so that he can crawl over to me and cuddle up in my arms.
“God, when did he get so big?” Cora murmurs, shaking her head at Rafe.
“Don’t remind me,” I say with a sigh, tugging my little boy close and giving him a big kiss on the head.
He’s one now. I cried the entire day of his birthday. Sinir was honestly a little freaked out.
“He’s a show off,” Roger says, his voice a little bitter as he sits down next to Cora with Jesse in hisp.
Sinir moves to the other side of the bed so he can sit in his spot next to me.
“Roger’s just jealous,” he says, leaning over to kiss me on the cheek. ” Because Rafe is faster than
Jesse.”
“Jesse’s six months old,” Cora says, rolling her eyes at the dads.
“He could be faster for six months,” Sinir says dryly, trying to hold his smirk.
“Don’t worry, Jesse,” Roger says fondly to his son, softly petting the silky brown hair that’s started
growing on his head. “You’ll beat that meatball someday – you’re lighter and quicker –
I burst outughing at the ridiculousness of my family, shaking my head at all of them. “I can’t believe
you’re debating which kid is going to win a footrace,” I say, “when I’mying here, in agony – ”
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“She’s not in agony,” Cora says, waving a dismissive hand, “not yet at least – ”
“In agony,” I insist, reaching forward to smack her on the arm.
“Sorry, my Queen,” Sinir sighs, wrapping his arms around me. “But the good news is that
everything’s wrapped up for now Roger and I have cleared our calendars, so now there’s nothing to do
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“Yeah, so you’d better make it fun,” Roger quips. “When Cora was inbor, there were drinks – you’ve
got to live up to this, E.”
Coraughs and smacks her mate, shaking her head at him. He flinches and then falls back on the
mattress in pretend agony, taking Jesse with him and making the babyugh, muttering something
about an abusive wife and mother.
Iugh at them but turn to put my head on Sinir’s shoulder. “How’s it going out there?” I ask.
“Everything okay?”
“Nothing for you to worry about,” he murmurs.
“I know that,” I say quietly, watching him closely. “Doesn’t mean I don’t want to know. It’s my nation
too.”
Sinir gives me a sad little smile and presses his forehead to mine. Then he passes a bunch of
information down our bond at once, letting me see and feel that the Atxians have been pressing
their advantage. They’re aware that our military is rapidly getting itself together and the Atxians
losing the leverage they had. It means that everything is going ording to n, but it also means an
increase in actual fighting along the front.
“I’m sorry, Dominic,” I murmur, putting a hand on his cheek. “I know it’s not easy to send people to war.”
“Nothing for us to worry about today,” he sighs, turning his head and pressing a kiss to my palm. “Today
is about you, and the baby.”
I nod, agreeing, letting us turn to that better thought instead. It’s been harder than I thought it would be,
to separate our happy personal life from the trials of war when you’re the King and Queen…in so many
ways, the two bleed into each other.
But we’ve been pretty good about celebrating our happy moments when we get them. It’s pretty much
all we can do.
“I can’t believe you haven’t named the baby yet,” Roger says, interrupting us with a frown. “Didn’t you
have Rafe named like, from the get-go?”
“We did,” I say quietly, running my hand over my stomach. “But he was easy – he told us what he
liked.”
“With this one, we’ve got names we like picked out,” Sinir says. “But we’ve said them to her, like you
did with Jesse, and she didn’t indicate any standouts.”
“So, we’re waiting to see what she looks like when she’s born. See if something clicks.”
“I think that’s sweet,” Cora says, smiling at me softly. “Very old-school, very human, when so much
about these wolf kids is already known before they’re born.”
“I know,” I say, smiling down at my stomach. “I think it’s kind of cool that she’s so different.”
“Next one we have,” Roger says,ying Jesse out t on his stomach so that Jesse can practice lifting
his head with some tummy time, “we’re just picking the name out of a hat. Keeping it spicy.”
Cora lowers her eyelids a little and shakes her head at me, making meugh.
But theughter very quickly ends when another contraction starts. I exhale a long breath, pressing my
eyes shut as my body tightens somewhere low within me. It’s not precisely painful yet – but it is
intense.
“Time to get the stopwatch ready, daddy,” Cora says, nodding to Sinir. “I think these are close
enough together to start timing them.”
“I’m on it,” Sinir says, pressing a kiss to my cheek as he hops out of bed. ” And in between, we can
put the boys on the floor and use the stopwatch on them, see which one really is faster – ”
“Oh my god,” I mutter, breathing through the pain.
Coraughs. “We’re not racing the babies while we wait for E to go into delivery!” she says, shouting
after my mate as he ducks into the closet to find the stopwatch he uses in the gym.
“Oh, baby,” Roger says, sitting up with Jesse in his arms, patting Cora consolingly on the knee. “Yes…
yes we are.”