Prt.- Tired of This

It was a particular normal day, the sun was high in the sky and the house was quiet, well mostly quiet. The small ragdoll know as 13 sighed as she turned over from her sleep, the bickering from her mate 10 and her brother figure Spencer awaken her from the nap she had been having.

"Oh, will you just stop it already?!" she could hear 10 nearly growl out, "I know you don't like me Sixpence, but in case you've forgotten I'm kinda needed here with 13 being in the condition she's in. We both know how helpful you've been to the situation…trying to dismantle me in my sleep?!"

"And it would have worked too!" Spencer's voice rang out in irritation, "But luck thing for you, Baker's Dozens likes you for some unknown reason and made me stop. And as for the situation, we wouldn't be in this one me amigo if you had stayed away from her like I wanted! Look what you did to her!"

A deep heavy sigh followed out from 10, probably followed by an exhausted head rub before he dared say the same thing he had been saying for the past two months. "She's carrying little one's Sixpence, not dying!"

13 groaned out heavily as she tried to muffle the chattering boys out by burying her head under the pillow she had be laying on well resting, a normal symptom since she had learned of her condition just a few months ago. In truth it was hard to believe that after finding 10, 13 had learned of her past lost to her from a head injury and the two had grown close. So close in fact that Spencer had warned her that if she continued to act like this around the pale colored male, something bad was bound to happen.

Happen it did to, for only a few days after deciding to become official mates and soul-bond, 13 had learned that her tiredness, irritation and sobbing fits were caused by her body carrying a small spark of a new soul. She was for all intents and purpose, pregnant with 10's child. Children as it turned out when the spark actually separated into three different pulses, something that been a great surprise to everyone in the home.

It had caused many reaction from the three ragdolls, 13 being shocked and a little horrified at learning she was going to be a mother; she had no idea what that entitled and worried she was going to do something wrong to hurt her unborn children. Spencer had been shell shocked right into passing out, a normal ocurrants for the striped male when stressed. Though as soon as he came to, he had tried to kill the soon to be father with surprising anger; 13's battling training of the past proving to be not wasted on his part.

Finally the father in question had reacted all of the border, he had looked like he was going to pass out, began to ramble and pace frantically on how this could have happened and had on more than one occasion become very over-proactive of 13 when finally understanding that she was carrying his young. He had actually sniped at Spencer one time for walking to close to his mate, like if he accidental brushed her it would somehow damage the souls of his young.

Spencer and 10 had never been very good friends, seemed to hate each other actually. But, when it came down to 13, both males were willing to try and behave themselves as to not stress the already tired female. Both had their concerns as she was young and very small, not sure if she would be able to get through the birthing process that 10 had learned about in order to get the young ones souls out of their mother and into their own bodies instead. But 13 had always been strong with herself and seemed that she would handle herself like she had in past battles, dealing with the task at hand and not giving up until all was done.

In truth though, 13 was already growing tired of carrying this souls. It made her feel incontrollable of her emotions, she was finding herself napping constantly, and there was the unmistakable ache in her inner workings from the pressure of sustaining the three souls that were not fully her own. Two months it had been already and still 13 found herself in another day of bed rest because she wasn't allowed to strain herself until the babes were ready to come out. It had all started about two weeks ago after 10 and Spencer had finished building the bodies for the souls, one of the only things the two males had been able to do without trying to killing each other, and both had agreed to make the stubborn female see that in her condition rest was of the most importance.

"I am so tired of being tired," 13 sighed out as she removed the pillow from her face, stretching out and looking down at her abdomen where her young ones rested inside her depths. Because she wasn't human, 13's stomach wasn't swollen with life but instead was glowing in a green light. It was the sign of live within her and grew brighter everyday until it almost had her whole being aglow in a soft hue, the time for the babies' birth growing closer. In fact, 10 was convinced that 13 would be having them sometime next week as the glow grew bright and her naps more frequent.

The female certainly hoped so as she gently rubbed at her stomach, feeling the warmth that emitted from there; another undeniable sign of the live with her. She was just plain tired of begin pregnant and wanted it over, it was so boring to stay in a bed all day. It had been hard sleeping in it when she was so use to sleeping on a windowsill instead, but Spencer had been worried that if she fell down, both herself and the babies would be hurt.

So of course 10 had grow worried as well and here 13 lay in a makeshift bed on the floor level of the house, it was nothing more than a box filled with cloth and stuffing for the female to rest in but 13 had been happy at the concern for her health and the babes. Course after sleeping in it for a month and a half, 13 was sick of it already. There was nothing to do but sleep or touch her stomach to feel the glow there, nothing to get the females bored energy out of her body.

If she was lucky, Spencer or 10 would stop by during the day to chat with her and take her mind off of the aches and boredom. Spencer seemed very excited at begin a uncle to 13's children, already claiming that he'd teach them everything he knew in order to get the negative qualities they may possible inherit from their father. 10 in turn had claimed that he tell the child that Spencer was the crazy uncle nobody talked about.

13 laughed at the memory but grow bored again as she looked around the room she had basically become confined to, just wishing for something to do. Suddenly she noticed how dusty the floor looked and gave a frown of annoyance. If there was one thing she noticed from her bed rest it was how dirt the floor was, and her pregnancy was giving her terrible nesting fits. So, despite the orders by 10 to not strain herself or call for him or Spencer when see need something, 13 swung her legs over the bed and got up out of the bed to get a small carrier of water and an old rag.

When both were collected 13 sat down on the floor with a tired sigh and began to scrub at the floor, determined to get the dirt and dust off if it was the last thing she did today, which it probably would be. The only thing distracting her as she scrubbed on was the increasing warmth in her middle from her young, possible upset by the movement as she rocked her body with each deep scrub.

So focused on the task in fact, 13 wasn't noticing the intensified glow that grow well she cleaned the floors. It wasn't just a hue now, 13's whole self was glowing in a bright soft light. It was almost as strong as when the fabrication machine sucked souls out, a unmistakable green color that signified souls and life.

But the female didn't notice as she cleaned on, not knowing or even vaguely aware of what a glow like this meant…

She will learn though…

Her actions of ignoring her friends and mate's concern was going to cost the female dearly…

She should have stayed in bed…