Jacob and Jemima (Kaddar/Kalasin)
Kalasin frowned at her reflection in their floor length mirror. No matter how she twisted, nor what she wore, the conspicuous bump of her belly wouldn't go away.
"Stop fussing love. This is good news. Soon, The Empire will have an heir, and we will have children, and life will be good." Kaddar told her, putting a hand on her stomach and pecking her cheek lightly.
"What of it's a girl?" She asked timidly.
"Then we'll call her Thayet," He whispered to her, kissing her neck.
"I'm serious! Can girls inherit?"
"Of course. She just can't rule solely like an Emperor. She'll have to marry – preferably a Carthaki, if you don't mind me saying." His kisses dropped lower.
She smiled and ran her finger through his hair. "Stop now. We have a dinner to attend to."
"And an announcement to make." He added, rubbing her stomach.
"Who could forget?"
"Do you want it to me a girl?" He asked her, taking her hands.
"No, I want it to be a boy. A boy should be born first."
"So there are no problems with inheritance?"
"No, so our daughter can have an older brother. Every girl should have at least one."
"I never had any siblings, and look how I turned out," He told her as they walked out of their chambers and down to the party.
"Yes, how indeed. Imagine the trouble he'll get into."
"But what shall we call him?"
"What indeed, dear Henry."
"You'd call him Henry?"
"No. What would you call him?"
"I don't know, but not Henry. Anything but that."
"Jon?"
"Jon? After you're father?"
"Well, we could call him something else. Arthur? Harry? Jake? I like Jake."
"Jacob? Emperor Jacob. I like it. A nice, strong ring to it."
"So, Emperor Jacob it is. What if it's a girl though?"
"Jemima." He said simply – it was the name of his little sister that had died after only a few days.
"Jemma for short?"
"So, Jacob and Jemima. I love our children already." He told her as he kissed her thoroughly.