Syn awoke later that afternoon and wandered down to the study where she found Bron, Zaron, and Naffie. Bron was at a desk covered in tools, tinkering with her grinder. Zaron was hunched over his com unit while Naffie played with what looked like jacks on the floor.
Naffie ran up to her and gave her a tight hug. “Mommie, Mommie, you carry a fempring, like TaAnya.”
The prospective sires dropped what they were doing and came over to Syn.
::While we prayed this might happen, we never dreamed it would happen so soon,:: Zaron spoke to her mind.
“Do you have birthing medical personnel? I know of only two doctors on the ship, Anya and Mark. If all of us are this fertile, we need to start to train Warriors to act as midwives and only use Mark when there is danger to the fem or the offspring.”
