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

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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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"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...."

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

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

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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.

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