Mar 02, 2009 17:00
So it seems that when you only have a few short months left in a pregnancy that you should let your cousin invite you on a trip which involves several fight or die fights, or give in when you're told to play bait to a village of cannibals. Or growl at a death goddess. It's apparently one way to go into early labor. Luckily Flora had a trump that brought her, Deacon and me back to Amber, and the pups were delivered alright. They're tiny, but if we're careful and lucky, they should be fine. Two little girls.
Deacon passed out when he realized I was in labor. Hit the deck of the ship face first. If I hadn't been in pain I would've laughed my ass off. Then again, I'm laughing now thinking about it. I don't think I'll let him live that down anytime soon.
Donovan should be fine too in a few weeks or something. How long does it take humans to heal broken bones anyway? I should get him an I'm Sorry gift.
The trip, at least, was a success. Flora seems to be doing a lot better, and I got to see Taleyn again. She was as entertaining as always. I don't think anyone really got hurt either. We had a good group of fighters. Felix wasn't too happy to see me though. But I can't accept fault for his hangups. He'll get over it eventually. He sort of has to.
I'm starting to get nervous. In just a few days I'll be chased through the forest of Winter, and if Donovan catches me, I'll be his mate. Never thought I'd be saying that. I know some people view me as fickle, but really, can I be held responsible for the choices others make? I would've been happy to settle several guys ago. But noooooooo. Wasn't going to happen, and I didn't have any choice in the matter. Ah well. Donovan is good for me. And he's already in love with my girls.
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