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Mira looks at her slightly expanding stomach.
Ephraim returns from the market.
It's 2 am.
"I got the meilooruns, Mira. Can we go back to bed now?" Ephraim asks, still half asleep.
"MEILOORUNS!" Mira shouts at the top of her lungs, just before ingesting the entire 30 meilooruns Ephraim just bought in 30 seconds.
Ephraim shakes his head as Mira rubs her stomach affectionately.
"Ephy? Can we name this kid Meiloorun?"
"Ephy?! We're out of Meilooruns!" Mira shrieks in horror.
Ephraim sighs. At this rate, their small fortune would run out before the child was born. On the other hand, Ephraim's meiloorun plant had started to grow.
"Ephraim!" Mira screams. "Ephraim!"
"What?!" Ephraim shouts, quickly finding his wife crying over an empty bowl.
"We're out of meilooruns again," Mira blubbers. Ephraim sighs.
Mira looks at her oversized stomach. She can't see anything anymore. She can't even move.
"EPHY! I THINK IT'S TIME TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL!" Mira shouts.
Mira looks at the hologram of the bloated child.
"Ma'am, we're bringing him into the ER as we speak." The doctor reports to Mira and Ephraim.
"We surgically removed this from your child." The doctor says, gesturing to the giant meiloorun. "Thankfully your child is no longer bloated."
Mira and Ephraim look down at their child.
"Have you chosen a name?" The doctor asks.
"Yes," Ephraim says, looking at Mira.
"Ezra Meiloorun Bridger."
THE END.