About another month or so has passed since the wedding. Atem and I couldn't be happier with our marriage. The nightmares are completely gone now. I'm too secure in Atem's strong arms. My torture seems to be coming to an end. Atem has been training more to become Pharaoh now that he's married and he should be able to become Pharaoh within a matter of months. I'm not really sure though. Apparently, his father made certain requirements for the timing of when he becomes Pharaoh.

Lately, I've felt pretty exhausted. Sometimes, just getting through my normal routine seems like twice as much work. I'd like to think it's because of stress, but I can't recall anything stressful lately. Atem doesn't notice my fatigue, so I never brought it up to him. I see no point in worrying him over nothing.

I lie in bed staring up at the ceiling. Atem has already left for his studies, so I guess he just didn't want to wake me. Atem's bedroom has currently become both of ours, which is obviously a bit more extravagant than my old bedroom, but still quite simple. It's different not waking up next to him, but I wouldn't call it lonely. I don't have anywhere important to be, so I continue to lie here.

After a while, a weird tingling hits my throat. I sit up to see if it'll go away. But it fails to. I swallow hard, but that only seems to increase my discomfort. Now it turns into a burning sensation. What is going on? I sit for another minute to see if it'll go away. Still nothing. It actually only seems to get worse. My breathing begins to now turn rapid, "Oh god-!" I say.

I jump out of bed and rush over to a vase in the corner. I vomit straight into it. What is happening with me? I've really never vomited before and usually when people vomit, that means they're sick. My body shakes from the recoil, and I lose my standing position so I now sit on the floor. The sickening smell gets into my nose and I vomit again into the vase. After sensing I won't vomit again, I wipe the saliva from my lips with the back of my hand.

I don't know what to do now. I doubt I have the strength to get out of the room and get help. I look up when I hear a knock at the door. Yes, someone to help me! A servant girl enters the room and sees me sitting on the floor weakly, "Ma'am, are you alright?" she asks.

"Go find Isis." I say.

She nods and quickly rushes out of the room. Isis is like the main healer among us, so hopefully she can help me. As I wait, I manage to muster the strength to get onto my feet and slowly walk over to the bed. I sit down on the edge of it and take a deep breath.

After a matter of minutes, Isis and the same servant girl comes into the room. I watch as the girl approaches the vase, picks it up, and leaves the room. "What's wrong, Zaria?" Isis asks.

"I-I don't know." I say, "I vomited twice. I-I don't know what's happening."

Isis begins to inspect me for any signs of sickness. She carefully examines me, but by the look on her face, I see no success. She sighs, "I don't understand it. You seem perfectly healthy."

There has to be some sort of explanation. People just don't vomit for no reason. "What about the Millennium Necklace?" I ask, "Will it tell you anything?"

Her eyes light up and she places her hands around the Necklace. She closes her eyes and begins to focus on it. The Necklace begins to glow, and then ceases. Isis' eyes are wide and now I'm worried. It sounds like something bad. "What is it?" I hesitantly ask.

Isis begins to slowly explain things to me and I feel like I want to cry.

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I sit on the edge of the bed again, this time fully dressed. Isis left a while ago, and I'm still in shock. But for now, I should just be glad that I washed the taste of vomit out of my mouth. I'm not sure what I'll say to him. His reaction is too unpredictable. My body begins to shake at the very thought of it. I now hear the sound of the door close, but I don't look up.

Atem walks in front of me and crouches in front of me on the floor. My eyes glance up to meet his for a moment, but I now stare back at the floor. "Isis told me about what happened." He says, "Are you alright?"

I sigh, "I'm not really sure."

"Why, what is it?"

"Atem," I'm not sure how I should say this. I'm afraid to. It'll seem too real then. "I'm… pregnant."

Silence. He just sits there. I glance up at him and the next thing I know, I'm in Atem's arms. He picks me up and spins me around the room. The nausea threatens to return from this action, but I manage to keep it down. Atem's hands rest on my hips, while mine rest on his chest. He leans toward me and kisses me deeply. "That's… amazing!" he says, "We've been blessed with this!"

"Yeah…" I now stare back down at the floor.

"What's wrong?"

"It's just… I'm worried. I feel I might hurt the baby or worse…"

If I could hurt my parents, then I'm worried for my own child. Atem kisses me once again, "Don't worry about it right now."

"How could I not be worried? It's inside of me!"

"Zaria, I promise you nothing will happen. I'll be here to make sure of that. Please, let's just make this a happy moment."

I sigh, "Fine."

I've never envisioned myself becoming a parent for obvious reasons. Now that I think about it, I'm a little bit excited to have a child. But my fears are consuming that happiness. I suppose I should try to listen to Atem and try to just be happy about it. "Atem, I don't want to tell anyone about it yet." I say.

"Why?"

"I just don't want to speak too soon. Or get everyone excited over nothing."

He smiles, "If my wife wishes."

"Thanks."

Atem leans toward me and kisses me deeply once again, "I love you."

"I love you too."

He places his hand over my stomach and I can already feel the bump starting to spread across it, "Both of you." Atem adds.