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K'vk'tun: Hammocks

Ramada stared into the cup of brown beverage that was most definitely not coffee, and then looked over at her small friend, wondering how best to delicately phrase that the stuff tasted like crap and wasn't there anything else to drink.

She could find no euphemism that was guaranteed not to set Mykayla off (truth be told she was a bit grumpy, and Ramada couldn't blame her given the condition she was in), and so instead turned to her small friend and said:

"Do they put sugar in this?"

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"Taking into consideration the fact that cane and beet sugar as we know it is poison to K'vk'ar, I'd say no." Mykayla didn't look up from scowling darkly into the depths of her own mug.

"Uh huh."

Ramada forced back another mouthful and hid her face in her mug so Mykayla couldn't see the disgusted shudder that passed over her as she swallowed. ~~It was kind of like when Jai drinks beer.~~ She figured that the sooner Mykayla popped out this new kid, the better.

"Well," she said, keeping herself from shuddering as she swallowed the last bit, "I'm done. Would you like more?"

I don't want more. I think I'm going to go for water next time.

Mykayla blinked, then took a sip and gagged. "Oh! Scrat made this, didn't he? OH!"

"I don't know, but it tastes like something died in it."

She spat and screwed her face up in a grimace that would have been comical but for her very real disgust. "That's because he forgot to put in the n'aor't. You can't have hot chocolate without the chocolate! Scrat!!!"

Then she nearly dropped the cup as an unmistakable contraction rippled across her abdomen. "Eeek!"

"You... is it...?" Ramada jumped to her feet. "'Bout time, I guess."

Then she hollered to the house for Scrat. There was no way in hell she was going to even attempt to carry Mykayla there.

"I'm six days early." She clenched her teeth and breathed deeply.

"I'm sorry," he said automatically as he appeared. It had become the safest thing to say around his wife over the past few days.

"Yes, but if you wait six days there won't be anything left of you except ... well, you know..."

She then looked at Scrat strangely. "What?"

He shook his head slightly, attention on timing the contraction.

"I thought so." He went over and took the mug from Mykayla, then gently turned her so that he could lay next to her and rub her lower back. "Shhh, my soul. Soon."

"'Kay. I'll just sit here and feel generally useless until you tell me what you need me to do, alright?"

Ramada grinned. "And your hot chocolate sucked."

He lifted his head to look at her with a slight frown. "It did?"

Her grin became wider. "Yep."

"This is really getting uncomfortable," said Mykayla, her usual gentle nature showing again now that she knew what was happening. "Can't we go to the tide pool? Floating would feel really good."

Scrat's expression of chagrin faded and he gently kissed her on the forehead and nodded as he stood and gathered her up. "Ramada, will you get a small blanket and my kit?"

"Mm hm." She launched herself out of the hammock and went to fetch the requested items.

She probably knew Mykayla's favorite tide pool by now. The one the size of a good inflatable pool and devoid of anything that could be stepped on and hurt or give hurt.

Her small friend was floating there when she reached it, eyes closed as Scrat stroked her wet hair.

The quiet clone looked up with a smile. "Will you support her while I see how things are going?"

"It's what I'm here for." She balanced herself on the side of the pool, ready to jump in or stay out or whatever was required.

Mykayla turned her head to give her a distracted smile. "Come on in, the water's warm, and the butt nipper fish isn't here today."

"I'm glad," added Scrat. He had little patience with the overly curious fish.

She snickered as she eased herself into the pool. Mykayla was right; the water was warm and pleasant.

"Tell me where to go and I'll go there," she said. She didn't want to impede or otherwise make the couple uncomfortable.

"Here," said Scrat. "Support her head. Just let the kit float."

Mykayla chuckled softly, then closed her eyes as another contraction started. -God... I bind this all to Your will. Again. Please let what You want be what happens here....- "Owww."

"Uh huh." She did as she was instructed, holding her friend's head and neck in her hands.

"It's go time, huh?" she whispered to Mykayla.

"All systems go." Her heartsister tried to smile through the pain. "I promise I won't twist your arm this time."

"I would hope so," she murmured, an easy grin on her face. "Just focus and you'll do fine."

"Yes." She swallowed, then screwed up her face with concentration. "If I can't... can't feel my legs, why does this hurt?"

"Easy, my soul." Scrat gently rubbed her back again, a comforting hand on her belly. "It won't be long."

"Partly because you expect that it will," Ramada said quietly. "So try not to think about it."

"No... I don't!" she protested, then took a deep breath and suddenly let out a little chuckle.

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