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Tired. Bored. Irritated. Heavy. Ylva had been all of these at once for the past two months, and she was counting down the days till the baby was due. After all, how was Ylva to know that babies didn't always come on the exact date that they were said to be delivered? If she had known that, she wouldn't have bothered asking for a date and received her money back from the Healer. Nevertheless, Araxfell came as a rather unpleasant surprise at exactly two weeks before July the twenty-fourth while Ylva was scanning cookbooks and trying to understand exactly how anyone made anything at all.
An unpleasant twinge in her midsection made her want to slap her round stomach. Usually a good poke in the foot would shift her son, but in the past month or so he had been strangely immobile. She didn't blame him; it must have been getting quite cramped in there. But this particular pain was unlike anything she had ever encountered before, and it was growing tighter and tighter in her midsection. Ylva dropped the egg whisk and pressed herself hard against the cupboards. For a long minute, she rolled her shoulders and shuffled around slowly, unable to bear stillness while the pain rolled over her. Two minutes later, she began her omelette. Fifteen minutes after that, she was forced to stop. Half an hour later, leaving a half finished omelette on the counter, she entered the study in search of Axel and planted her hands on the desk.
"We need the birthing pool. Now."
An unpleasant twinge in her midsection made her want to slap her round stomach. Usually a good poke in the foot would shift her son, but in the past month or so he had been strangely immobile. She didn't blame him; it must have been getting quite cramped in there. But this particular pain was unlike anything she had ever encountered before, and it was growing tighter and tighter in her midsection. Ylva dropped the egg whisk and pressed herself hard against the cupboards. For a long minute, she rolled her shoulders and shuffled around slowly, unable to bear stillness while the pain rolled over her. Two minutes later, she began her omelette. Fifteen minutes after that, she was forced to stop. Half an hour later, leaving a half finished omelette on the counter, she entered the study in search of Axel and planted her hands on the desk.
"We need the birthing pool. Now."