PART 6
by DUSTIN RILEY
(c) 2000 Fourty One Seventy Three Productions.
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Allura, Keith, and Dusty waited patiently in the conference room of the Castle of Lions. Today was the big day. The throne of Arus would not sit vacant after today. Finally, Coran came striding into the room and closed the door. He wasted no time in making pleasantries. He cleared his throat. "I've spent the past seven days locked up in my quarters, thinking of a good solution to this dilemma. Dusty is the rightful heir to the throne. But Keith and Allura are doing an excellent job together. Therefore, I have decided that Keith and Allura will be responsible for Arus' well-being. However, if for some reason they are both unable to perform their duties, Dusty will be responsible for performing them himself."
"Oh no, it's just like my nightmare," Dusty thought. Even after Hunk's words of encouragement, he felt uncomfortable with the idea.
"To help young Dusty better carry out his task when necessary, I am appointing him to be assistant to the Prime Minister. I will teach him Arussian customs, geography, and way of life, much like I taught Allura when she was younger. This is my decision."
Dusty breathed a sigh of relief. At least his biggest worry, having to rule all by himself, was not going to become a reality.
"I'm OK with this. Are you two OK?"
"Yes, I'm fine," Allura said, although she looked a bit green around the gills.
Dusty nodded and said, "Works for me."
Keith smiled and nodded. "Great. Thank you, Coran. Take the next week off. You've done a good job. Dusty, I hope there are no hard feelings."
Dusty shook his head. "If I can forgive Lance for breaking my nose, this is nothing but water under the bridge," he said with a smile. "How about you, sis?"
Allura's stomach churned and she felt something coming up. She ran from the conference room with her hands over her mouth.
The three men left in the room were amazed. When Allura returned, she sat down nonchalantly, like nothing happened. "Are you all right, Allura?" said Keith, Dusty, and Coran together.
Allura sighed. She'd hoped to save this conversation for later, but it couldn't wait any longer.
"I'm... pregnant," Allura said.
"What?!" said Dusty.
"Oh my--" said Coran.
Keith stood there, shocked.
Allura didn't wait for the flurry of questions she expected from her husband, her brother, and her advisor. "I found out three days ago, when I took you to Dr. Gorma, Dusty. After he was done with you, I asked him to see if I had caught your flu, but it looks like I caught something else."
Keith's expression of shock slowly turned into one of extreme joy. Tears trickled down his cheeks. "Oh, Ally," was all he could manage to say as he embraced his wife like she was the only thing left in the universe.
Dusty joined in the embrace, and eventually, Coran did too, knowing full well that Allura was going to need a lot of support for the next nine months.
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