For one, disoriented moment, she thought that her mother was there with her, and she sat up on the furs, looking around the room in confusion. She was alone, which was unusual. The spot next to her was still warm, and she recognized Caim’s scent still lingering in the room. In a small crevice in the wall, a single candle had been lit. Assuming that she must have overslept, Mila relaxed, wiping the sweat from her brow. She debated going up to the main room right away. Her chamber wasn’t as hot as the main room, thanks in part to it being farther underground and also due to the fact that it wasn’t crowded with warm bodies. Lately it had taken a great effort for her to do much of anything. She had surpassed the fun part of pregnancy where everything was new and exciting, and landed smack in the middle of fat and miserable. Her life could be reduced to a series of constants. She was constantly hot and sweaty, she constantly had to pee, and the baby was constantly kicking, and her breasts were constantly sore and uncomfortable.
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