Forty-Eight
Ambrosia stared at her reflection, gently brushing her hands over her growing belly. The baby was turning summersaults, and the nausea was starting to get to her. Despite her calm demeanour, she was a nervous wreck. She felt a tiny appendage pressed against the inside of her stomach, gently placing a hand over it. She smiled softly, understanding that the stress of the last few days was affecting the unborn infant. "Yes, I know, Seth. Mommy is tired, too, baby. We just need to get this fiasco taken care of first." “I sent Kenni to find the others so she can get into position. Are you okay?” Temperance said as she loosened the stays on the wedding dress without being asked. “Seth is giving his mommy a hard time, huh?” “Just a little, yeah. Thanks for being here with me, Tem. I’m sure tha
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