Just because I'm nice…here it is.

Disclaimer: Is it mine? Nope!

Daine Salmalin, the hawk swooped into the open window at the top of Numair's tower. She landed on the bed and promptly changed into her human self. She grabbed the clothes that were hung on the bedpost and started to clothe herself. Numair walked in just as she was pulling on her shirt.

"Hello magelet, have a nice flight?" He asked sweetly. All he heard was a muffled "Yes" from somewhere inside Daine's shirt.

"I didn't find anything worth reporting," Daine said as she finished dressing. "Except…"

"Yes?" Numair asked after Daine looked like she lost her train of thought.

"Oh right," Daine replied. "Well, I was in this tree talking to a squirrel, when these two-leggers came into the forest. See I didn't think twice about it until I saw who it was. It was…" Daine never got to finish for she had burst out laughing and was rolling on the bed. "It was…" She tried again in between gasps and giggles. "It was Raoul and Buri!" With that she burst into laughter again.

"I don't get why it is so funny," Numair said with one eyebrow raised.

"It was funny because they stopped right below the tree I was in, and—and kissed!"

"I didn't know they were together…" Numair mused.

"But do you want to know the best part?" Daine said after she had calmed down a bit. Numair raised his brows. "She had to stand on a root to reach him!" said Daine who was acting more like a fifteen year old that a twenty three year old, was laughing again, tears coming to her eyes. While Numair had let a chuckle escape before he composed himself.

(((A month later)))

Numair had just gotten back from his mission for the king. He walked into the room and collapsed on the bed. He lay there for a while before realizing that Daine was nowhere in sight. He got up and searched the study, the bedroom, and the bedroom again. He almost gave up when he heard a sound coming from the privy. There he found Daine.

"Are you drunk?" He inquired of her, after looking her over. She looked dreadful. Her hair was all mussed up, she had bags under her eyes, and she was still in her nightdress.

"No," Daine croaked. "I have a splitting headache and I am dreadfully nocuous." Daine replied after groaning. A look of worry spread across Numair's face. He came over to her and placed his hand on her forehead. She felt coolness seep into her head and ease the throbbing. (A/N: Lets just pretend he can do this…and if he can then never mind) She smiled and looked up at him. She was expecting a smile, but she received a look of puzzlement and disbelief. "What?" Daine asked, a little scared of the looks he was giving her.

"Well I'm not positive, we'll have to go to Alanna," Numair replied, the look of concern back on his face.

"Not positive about what?" Daine asked suspiciously.

"Well Daine, I—I think you're pregnant.

(A/N: Dun, Dun, Dun! Even though we were all expecting this…)

A half an hour later saw Daine and Numair seated in Alanna's rooms. Alanna had her healers bag out and had one hand placed on Daine's stomach.

"I can't believe it," Alanna said shaking her head. Daine looked at her questioningly. "You have only been married to Him for 6 months, and you are already pregnant!" Daine just glared. "It wasn't until I was married for three years when I first got pregnant!" Alanna finished with a chuckle.

The appointment finished with Alanna telling Daine the basics of being pregnant. Daine was a little upset that she would be practically useless for almost nine months, but Numair figured she would get over it.

(((Month Three of Daine's Pregnancy)))

Daine was shape shifting a lot lately. She was constantly running errands for the king, and all the while trying to still maintain a social life. She was currently on a mission that required her to change shape every fifteen minutes.

(((Month Eight of Daine's Pregnancy)))

A pregnant Daine was flying over Golden Lake, when she felt a peculiar feeling in her stomach. She dropped down to the castle and raced inside. She found the infirmary and sought out the help of a healer. The healer placed a hand on Daine's stomach and frowned.

"Why, it seems that you have a baby ape in your stomach," The healer said. Daine frowned and then felt the feeling in her stomach again. This time Daine used her magic to feel her stomach. The baby was back into a human. Daine was beginning to become very confused. She ran out of the infirmary, nearly knocking over the healer in the process.

A couple of hours later saw her in her rooms with Numair's hand placed on her stomach.

"Hmmm…" Numair mused. "Well, it seems our child has Wild Magic as well as a little of my gift, enabling it the power to shape shift. Even at this age." "And there's also the fact that you are part goddess. I'm sure that helps." Numair added as an afterthought.

"Wonderful," Daine grumbled. "Now I'll have to change shape with it, in order to keep it alive." Daine's lower half of her body was currently in the shape of a jaguar. Anyone who looked at her could clearly see that she was not happy about it. Numair's hand was still resting on her stomach.

Numair made a questioning noise, and his face had a confused and fascinated look on it.

"That can't be…" Numair whispered. Daine looked at him with question in her eyes and worry showing on her face. "It seems that our child can—can change sex."

(((Month Nine of Daine's pregnancy)))

Daine sat in bed, thoroughly exhausted. She had been shape shifting her lower half for almost a month and a half. Even in her sleep. Numair had developed a way to keep her semi awake at night, but only awake enough to shape shift. But she still didn't get a complete nights rest. Numair had been experimenting the whole time, trying to find a way to help her. The ideas ranged from trying to make the baby stop shape shifting, from spells to rejuvenate Daine's energy. The best he could do was to transfer some of his gift to make her Wild Magic stronger so she didn't drain herself.

Numair worried constantly about Daine and the baby. He worried that Daine wouldn't get transformed in time and the baby would die, or that Daine would exhaust herself and die, or that Daine would…die. He worried that Daine wouldn't have enough energy when she went into labor, and she would die. Somehow, all of his what-if's always ended up someone dying. Mosley it was Daine.

Daine kept telling him that he was being paranoid. But he didn't listen. He kept on worrying the night away.

By the time Daine had reached eight months and three weeks pregnant, the baby was shape shifting every fifteen seconds.

"It's not worth it!" Daine cried one night after a tiring day of frivolous changing. "It's just not worth it!"

"Shhh," Numair whispered as he stroked her hair. "Everything will be ok."

Daine went into labor at three o clock the next morning. She was rushed to the infirmary, gasping and shape shifting all the while. She was placed in a bed and calmed down by the healer's assistants. Duke Baird arrived and told Daine the plan of how they were going to get the "ever changing baby" out of her.

Eight hours later, a writhing, changing, dripping baby was born. Daine was holding he/she/it in a blanket.

"Is it still not worth it?" Numair murmured to his wife.

"No. It was worth it," Daine replied. The baby went from girl, to cow, to dog in three seconds flat, and wouldn't stay in one shape for more than five seconds. Even for Daine it was almost sickening to watch. "On second thought…"

SO…how was it? Took me long enough didn't it? Again I will ask: Who's next?