Amber
“I’m sorry you have to be stuck in bed,” Sheila lectures me as she hands me juice. “But those babies need another week to cook in there,” she explains while smiling.
“I just feel like nothing sitting here,” I whine.
I had been in the throne room a week ago, overseeing the workers restoring it. I was adamant about ensuring everything was perfect, an essential part of restoring this palace. Then I blacked out and wound up in the hospital. The doctor explained the two of the pups were in a lower position and needed me to stay in bed. He said at least two more weeks of this until they are born.
“You are not nothing, dear,” Sheila sits beside me and turns on the TV.
The bedroom renovation had just finished a week ago, and we have a huge new TV that Skylar insisted on having.
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