"I have jinxed nothing." Kamila said without believing her own words. "Also, Ely said fai, not Fae, and chees doesn't mean cheese."
"Sadly, that's only for us to know." Lith sighed. "Are you ready to do your part after the wedding?"
"Gods, I had almost forgotten about that." Kamila groaned. "Yes, I'm ready."
***
As it often happens, life had its own plans and no care for what others wished for or found convenient.
Three days before the wedding, Quylla's waters broke.
"Right now?" She asked to her womb, which had just made a mess of her bridesmaid dress and the family carpet during a rehearsal. "After all the trouble I went through to have it fitted?"
"I told you to use a Featherwalker armor!" Morok swept her off her feet and Warped to their bedroom.
He had prepared everything for such a moment. Clean blankets, hot water, and things for Quylla to crush in her grip instead of his hands were quickly arranged around and on the bed.
