Baking Again.........In a Manner of Speaking.

Well, there was no longer a question about it. That morning, her eyes had fluttered open, and a wave of nausea hit her. Crawling out of bed as quickly and as quietly as she could, she grabbed a fur, wrapped it around her and ran out of the wagon and down the steps, and found herself bent over, vomiting.


It passed fairly quickly, and she stood up and took a deep breath of the cool, morning air, then wiped the tears from her eyes. Not the kind of tears of joy or sadness, but the one that sometimes come when you lose the contents of your stomach. Waiting until she was sure that it has passed, she turned around and started back to the wagon, only to bump into kasra, who was holding up a cup of water for her. Nothing had ever tasted so sweet. Putting a finger to her lips, she exhaled a soft.......ssshhhh. She did not want a word said until she had told Ba'atar.


It seemed that she could not put it off any longer. Soon the morning sickness would be worse, then her body would begin to show other signs. She was smiling to herself when she crawled back into the furs and snuggled up against him. He reached to draw her in closer, but never woke fully..


Well, tonight she would have some news that would probably get his full attention.