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K'vk'tun. The beach by the clinic. Visitation.

The beach was nice; immaculate white sand broken only by large black rocks. The weather was that nice kind of sunny day with a breeze that cooled you off but didn't render you chilly. The vivid blue sky was dotted with cotton-ball-like clouds. If she didn't know any better she could have convinced herself that this was Florida and not another planet entirely.

Amidst the crashing of the waves could be heard the laughter of children playing somewhere nearby, and every so often a brindle greyhound dog would take off for the other end of the beach.

Ramada grinned.

"This vacation was a good idea."

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"Thank you." Mykayla's face flushed at the unfamiliar sensation of helplessness, then paled slightly and rubbed her belly as Isaiah got excited and started pushing harder. "Oh... baby, stop that." -God please, help him calm down?-

Ramada laughed. "It could be worse," she said, picking her way along the sand. "This all could have started six months ago."

"Oh dear," said Mykayla faintly at the thought. "Thank You, Jesus, that it didn't."

Then she turned her head and chuckled despite herself as David started cursing again in the distance.

"He's insane."

"Isn't that why you love him?" The dimples showed slightly.

"See, you have it all figured out." She snickered.

Mykayla chuckled, then groaned as they reached the shady, comfortable veranda. "I'm starting to look forward to the end of this as much as I suspect Isaiah is."

Ramada laughed again. "If you get any larger he'll walk out."

"Mercy." She bit her lip, but then chuckled again and reached to catch the edge of the hammock. "Sit me sideways, so that I can see you to talk?"

Wings wurfed and dropped the land lobster, then watched it scurry off before going over to a pillow that lay on the flagstones and flopping down with his chin on it.

"'Course." Ramada did so, then flopped into the nearby hammock chair, where she swung lazily back and forth, keeping one toe of one foot on the ground so as to steady herself.

"So. It's about time, isn't it? All this time and all these children and you still haven't made one of your own. And now..." She grinned.

"There wasn't anyone to make one with," said Mykayla softly, rubbing her belly as it moved noticeably under her drawstring hemmed loose brown dress. "And there are so many kids who need families that I never thought I would make one that shared my genes. But God had other ideas."

She winced and grunted. "Ouch...."

"It always works like that," Ramada said knowingly.

After all, by all accounts and purposes Rhea should never have been born.

Mykayla nodded. "Yes. It makes me wonder what He has planned for Isaiah. He's done so much to be sure that Scrat and I were together, and then slipped Isaiah past our guard...." She shook her head with a slight chuckle, then sighed with relief as her unborn son seemed to fall asleep.

"I haven't even tried to wonder about the grand scheme of things. All I know is that... I'm happy."

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