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of thanks.
She and Kavan had formed a friendship of sorts after their ordeal together several
months ago when Thenl sent warriors to attack her. The quiet Warlord had saved
her life and she would forever be grateful.
         The men all
rose and stretched. Balal stood by her chair to help her to her feet as well. “It
is time for you to rest.”
         Miki started
to protest but her sudden yawn caught her off guard. Exhaustion began its slow
curl up her back and the thought of her bed sounded perfect. Standing, she
turned to face the Warlords and gave them each a warm smile. “Thanks for
letting me play. Tomorrow, I’m telling Cook to prepare meat pies as a goodwill
gesture for teaching me such a wonderful game.”
         A loud cheer
went up as they thumped their fist against their chest until Miki laughed and
waved off the extensive thanks. At the stairs, Kavan held one of her arms and
Balal the other.
         “I’m fine,
you know.” Neither paid her heed and Miki admitted to relief for their help. At
the top of the stairs, she had to pause to catch her breath. Both men waited
patiently at her side.
         Miki massaged
the ache in her back and winced when the youngling took the moment to roll and
press against her bladder. Her pains continued to worsen. She should speak with
some of the older women. This did not seem normal.
         “Mikayla?”
Balal placed a hesitant hand on her shoulder. His brow hiked in question.
         “I need the
bathing room.” Which meant a return trip down the stairs.
         Twin flags of
red seared Balal’s cheeks. Kavan cleared his throat and avoided her gaze. Miki
sighed and turned to head back down. The process took longer because Miki
stopped every few feet to breathe through the pain in her stomach. Once the men
walked her back upstairs and had her settled in her room, they made haste
disappearing.
         Miki changed
into her sleeping gown when a knock sounded at her door. “Come in,” she called
unable to face the thought of rising from bed and crossing to the door.
Fortunately, she didn’t use the locking mechanism Vaan insisted on having installed
when they joined.
         Assa bustled
in with a steaming mug in her hand. The aroma of a honey scented tea reached
her nose. Miki sat up in bed with the covers bundled around her waist and
grimaced. “I hate honey.” Always had. The sweet taste unsettled her stomach
before she carried and worsened now.
         Her friend
ignored her and forced the warm mug in Miki’s hands. “Cook says it will ease
the pains.”
         Miki accepted
the drink and sipped. Its flavor settled on her tongue with a sticky texture
that made her want to gag. “How does Cook know?”
         Assa sat on
the edge of the bed and patted Miki on the leg. “All have watched you struggle
the last few weeks. Your time nears.”
         “The Ba’asi
says two more weeks.” Resisting the urge to empty the contents on the floor, Miki
finished the drink and handed back the mug.
         Assa looked
doubtful and pursed her lips. “The Ba’asi has not seen you recently. When does
he return?”
         Fatigued
dragged at her limbs and Miki’s eyes grew heavy. As awful as it tasted, perhaps
the tea worked after all. She felt better already or at least she no longer
felt the nagging pinches of pain in her stomach. “He’ll be back three days
before the birthing.”
         Assa leaned
forward and hugged Miki. Her belly made for awkward moves and both women ended
up giggling. Assa brushed back her long black hair and winked at Miki. “I’m
glad you’re having the youngling though I must rethink my own thoughts of
family.”
         Her words
made Miki curious and her eyes popped open. “Does Balal have any say in this?”
         Humor faded
from Assa’s face and her green eyes tipped down. “Warlord Balal spoke to me
this morning about bed play.” Fangs worried her bottom lip before Assa
continued.