Three months later, she was making their bed when she felt something trickling down her legs. Looking down, for a moment she stared stupidly at the puddle on the floor. Then she moaned and doubled over in pain.
"Zacar!"
She didn't have the breath to scream, but still, he came into the tent at a dead run. Viglar was right behind him.
She'd been reading up on pregnancy, but this felt different. The birthing pains were bad, but not as unbearable as she'd heard. Still, it was painful enough.
"You have technology that can wipe out your enemy and change the color of your clothes, and I have to go through this," she almost screamed at Zacar.
If she hadn't been trying desperately to breathe through a contraction, she would've laughed at the way he took two steps back from her and then braced himself.
Viglar pointed his scanner at her, and although she could feel the pressure of the contraction, the pain abruptly stopped.