family.”
The gasp was the precursor to a wave of tears that took the Selna from hope to devastation.
“Calm, miss. Calm.” Jill opened one of her drawers and pulled out an elegant handkerchief with the logo of the Contract Archive on it.
She slid the handkerchief across her desk, and Imbri took it, sobbing at a gradually decreasing pace.
“The third contract is one where you can get support for you and your child.”
The gold eyes opened in surprise. “You can?”
“Not me. You. I just found the contract of one of his ancestors promising support and an equal share of the family fortunes for any of his children or members of his blood. That seems to encompass your child.”
Jill got to her feet and went to retrieve the copies. She was just turning with the heavy parchment when a wave of power flowed through the air and Imbri cried out.
The surge of liquid onto the floor proved to Jill that aliens started to give birth the same way Terrans did.
Imbri stared at her. “It isn’t my time.”
Jill looked to Rimash. “Call for a medical team!”
He nodded. “Already done. May I assist?”
Jill gestured for him to come in. “Please. I don’t suppose you have done this before?”
He grinned. “Only four times. There are few pregnant women in the Great Archive.”
She quickly went to her desk and authorized the copies in her hands before anything went odd. It was hard to concentrate, but she verified the contents of the contracts before she affixed her seals.
Once they were ready, she joined the couple on the floor. Rimash had found a wide blanket, and Imbri was lying back muttering. “Too soon, it’s too soon.”
Jill only had the basic knowledge of what she was seeing, but the blood was not a good sight.
Rimash folded his wings back and knelt in front of Imbri’s spread knees. “Archive Ahamad, go and keep her calm.”
His voice was stern. Whatever was happening, he didn’t want her to see it.
She went and knelt next to Imbri, supporting her when she wanted to sit up a little.
“Is this a normal pregnancy, Imbri?” She whispered it in the woman’s ear.
The Selna shook her head violently. “It is a tubal pregnancy. I wanted to force Drono to take responsibility for our child because I am not going to survive this.”
Rimash cursed and lifted his head. “Medical, where are you?”
He nodded shortly. “Two minutes away. The tube broke down.”
Imbri smiled weakly and looked up at Jill. “You will make him pay?”
This was a deathbed request. There was no doubt about it. Jill swallowed. “I will pursue your case and make sure that your child is taken care of.” Out of her mouth came the words, “It will be as my own, but you will be fine.”
Imbri smiled slightly and her skin greyed as she arched and her child entered the world.
The medics rushed in, and Rimash lifted the child, putting it on its mother’s abdomen.
It was a little girl, and her ruby-red eyes were visible through their slight opening and her puffy lids.
Imbri let the medical team load her up as she touched her daughter’s hand. “What is your name, Madam Archive?”
“Jillema.”
Imbri smiled. “Imjillema she will be. Your name, sir?”
“Rimash.”
“Imjillema Rimash is her name.” Imbri laid back as the medics removed her and her body went limp.
“I am following her.”
Rimash nodded. “You need to faint.”
She looked at him and then collapsed in his arms. He smeared blood on her cheek and carried her after the medical team. He whistled and jerked his head to the Archive express carriage. It was on a dedicated line and would not be bogged down. It was the fastest way to get Imbri medical care.
The medics followed, and in moments, they were on their way to the treatment centre. The baby was squirming in the arms of one of the medics. She might be early, but she had energy.
Jill held her arms out. “Give her to me.”
The medic hesitated and then handed the child over. “Yes, Archive.”
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