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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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Mykayla chuckled and tossed the rope and rubber toy for Wings again, then frowned slightly and leaned heavily on her crutches to rub her lower back as it twinged. "I'm glad you could come. This place is too beautiful to miss."

She looked up at the rocks that marched along like an uneven wall between beach and land here, wondering how well David was doing. Scrat had taken him on a run over those rocks; a trip that required a lot of leaping and that could result in scrapes and bruises if one mis-judged.

"Completing a map of a chromosome makes me feel like I deserve it." Ramada stretched her arms high. "And yes, this place is stunning."

She watched the dog bolt down the beach and then turned to her friend. "You look like you need to rest," she said.

"Isaiah won't let me sit down." She sighed. "And when I lay down he'll only be still if Scrat's there to snuggle." A rueful headshake. "I know Josh wasn't this big."

Wings brought the toy to his mistress, but then paused and offered it to Ramada instead.

"No," Ramada said, bending over and fishing the toy out of Wings' mouth before flinging it across the beach again. "You weren't."

Mykayla dug her toes into the sand, then looked out to sea where she could see a sea stack rearing up in the distance. "The waves are so much gentler here. I'd like to try swimming some day."

Then she started at a shout in the distance. "Oh dear, there went David."

"Yes. Looks warm too."

Then she looked toward where the angry curses were coming from. "Oh, probably." She smiled widely. "I'm sure he'll be fine."

"They've changed so much since that day we first met Scrat." Mykayla crutched over to look down into a tide pool full of exotic wildlife. "Have we changed that much, Mady?"

She heard Scrat's laughter and David's cursing cut off. Wings looked that way with perked ears, but then went after a land lobster that was scurrying between the rocks.

Ramada had squatted down and was looking at a small crab that had one of its pincers firmly around her thumb.

"I don't know," she said. "Honestly. I mean, David's a lot less psycho and we're all older..."

"Did you ever dream... when you made the Samsara...." She rubbed her belly and chuckled. "You called it a double date that day, and I was upset at you."

She stooped to look at the crab and grinned again, then pointed to another one with a blue shell. "Could you hand me that? I'm hungry."

"Sure." She snatched it out of the water and handed it to her friend. "And no. I was just being facetious at the time. I never thought it would actually have meant anything."

"Scrat was so innocent." She absently killed the crab and took it apart, then ate some of the back meat. "But he was trying so hard. And now look at him."

A strong, confident man who was sure of himself and his place in the world.

"I know," Ramada said with a grin, pointedly looking away as Mykayla ate. "We've all come far."

Mykayla noticed the looking away and blushed, hastily tossing away the crab shell. "I'm sorry."

"No big deal," Ramada said, looking over at her friend. "I can't very well tell you not to eat in the condition you're in."

"Yes, but there are other things in the pool that I could eat. Like that purple seaweed." She nodded toward a deep plum rosette, then gasped as she suddenly found herself sitting on the sand. Wings barked with surprise, hurrying to her side so that she could pull herself up if she wanted to, but she only bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut with pain.

Without thinking Ramada had crouched and offered her hand to Mykayla as well. "Nerve pinched?"

It had happened with her when she was carrying Rhea from time to time.

She took it and tried to gather her legs under her, only to gasp.

"I can't feel my legs!"

"Then you did pinch a nerve. Might be time to consider bed rest. But I'm a geneticist, not a doctor."

For one of the few times since she'd first met her Mykayla looked frightened, though she tried to put a brave face on it.

"Well... I guess this answers my questions about maternity leave."

"Aw, c'mon, don't worry," Ramada said reassuringly. "Sure, not working is a pain, but at least you're in a reality where you're somewhat comfortable."

That hadn't been the case with Ramada herself.

"But you got to give birth in the home of an Elven king." She bit her lip as Isaiah started pushing, then lay back. "...Whale on the beach?"

"Which was not a comfortable situation." Then she looked around, wondering if she wasn't missing something. "Where?"

"Me." Mykayla sighed.

Ramada laughed out loud. "Hardly."

"I feel like one." Humor twinkled in her differently coloured eyes as she raised her hands. "Do you think you can get me to the hammock on the veranda?"

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