9. Draka's POV
**Nine months later**
I am standing in the river, at its bank, as I watch a bale of clothes. My arms are sore and my legs are weak from standing too long, but I can't leave till I'm done.
It doesn't help that my stomach has grown so much and has become so heavy that it feels like I'm always carrying a heavy stone around my belly.
I can communicate with my baby, I don't know how. It tells me when it's hungry, when it's tired, and it also has a mind of its own.
It tells me that it's hungry and I chuckle as I rub my belly. “Don't worry, when I get home, we are going to get something to eat.”
Jen snorts from where she sat, leaning her back against the tree. She has been around me for nine months now, day and night, and it's an understatement to say that she hates it.
