WOT: Vacation III

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It was a long way down into nothing.

Sal peered over the edge of the island-like thing that she and her family were on.  Kurt and the kids were doing their thing in the background (in all honesty, she didn't know what they were doing), but she was preoccupied with observing the dizzying drop.

Her hands clutched the tree root tightly as she leaned over even more.  It was breathtaking, the light that came from seemingly nowhere was everywhere all at once, as though the entire world was lit by something beyond it.  Her heart hammered in her chest as she settled back under the shade of the tree, hand resting gently on her stomach.  She felt a vague twittering there, as though the little one inside was asserting her presence.

All in all, things were getting better.  She watched the castle recede as the island moved, and sighed, at peace with everything.

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"T'under! Ye thinkin' yer some kinda baby factory 'er somethin'?" Both his eyebrows went up in a gesture very reminiscent of the Pi guys. "There's lots 'o 'em."

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"Well, you know...." She laughed. "I might turn out to be one."

She shook her head slightly as if embarrassed by the statement within a statment.

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Peter shook his head as well. "Nah, ye never even gets near the double digits, b'y. Though I'm concerned wit' the way Celeste 'n Brian're gettin' along."

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"Brian?" Sal quirked an eyebrow.

Oh, Kurt would love to hear about the future love-life of the child who wasn't even born yet.

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"Yeah. That Brian Peddle." His face creased with suppressed mirth as he thought of the minor trouble his tattling could stir up.

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"Well." Sal tried not to laugh. "That's ironic."