Ghia took time, checking the remaining swell of her abdomen.

"Hurry now, Girl, Master Wizard, there is another babe!" Ghia exclaimed, apparently surprised herself!

"Another babe?!" Adrahil cried. "By the light of Illuvitar! How can that be?"

"Oh man! Now I KNOW someone is trying to kill me!" Shobha sighed, head falling back onto her pillow. "I can't do anymore, please..."

She looked to Gandalf who held his hand over her and began to chant something quietly.

The last baby had been delivered thanks to Gandalfs spell, and she hoped this would be the same.

It seemed to work somewhat as several waves of severely painful contractions took place. Shobha shut her eyes tight and held Adrahils hand as she felt the searing pain.

"Stop Master wizard!" Ghia shouted out, clearly alarmed. "Blood coming out more. No baby! Girl will die if more blood comes."

"I can't push anymore, there is nothing left in me. Please!" She pleaded. "I am going to die anyway Ghia -"

"No sign of babe coming, girl. If you die and babe no come," Ghia shook her head sadly. "Then babe will surely die too."

"What can we do?" She tried to sit up but soon realised she no longer had any strength in her. Her heart pounded and she felt dizzy.

They all seemed to understand the inevitability of the whole situation, as Gandalf, Adrahil and Ghia exchanged glances with one another.

"It's okay, I should be more confused, but I know I am going into grade four haemorrhagic shock," she explained in a strangely calm manner. "I was anxious before, but now I feel exhausted, my hands and legs feels freezing cold, and I am pretty certain Sauron is my real father..."

Adrahil opened his mouth to say something but then remained silent.

"It's okay - actually it's a bit Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader to be honest..." She chuckled weakly.

"Luke... Vader?" Adrahil looked confused, and worried.

"Girl not doing well, Master Wizard. We need help - any enchantment?" Ghia urged again hopefully. "Please? We must save girl... Even if we cannot save last babe..."

But the old wizard slowly shook his head, face filled with a strange sadness that he never expressed before, as he lovingly cradled the swaddled babe in his arms.

The words finally registered with Shobha, and she urgently grabbed Adrahils hand again.

"No! I know what I want..." Shobha spoke, her voice now sounding fainter. "I need strong alcohol and a sharp knife... You cut me here. Please? I am dying anyway but you can save this baby..."

Gandalf frowned at her unhappy about intervening in such a way, but he could see her determination. It would be in the hands of the Valar and fate now, and her part in this story was not up to him as far as he could see.

"It's my final wish Gandalf," she spoke lethargically. "Since you can't boopity boop boop and do a spell..."

They all looked at each other again worried.

"Come on... people..." She gestured. "I can feel I am going a bit funny... so hurry, because I can talk you through it -"

"Girl - I.. I..."

"Yes. Ghia you can and you will!" She turned to Adrahil. "You have a sharp dagger right? And Gandalf... You can do a pain relieving spell or something right...?"

"You mean a boopity-boop?" Gandalf managed a small smile.

"Well... I was thinking more like a linga-linga-loo..."she chuckled silently.

"And you are sure...?" Gandalf asked again.

"Yes - before I get any more confused - please."

"I cannot be part of this." Ghia replied horrified. "It is not what should be..."

"Please, you must help me Ghia... In a few moments I will start to get drowsy, and confused, and that is the last stage. Then I will go unconscious and I will never wake up." She explained in desperation. "There is nothing that anyone can do for me now - except honour my final wishes and help me... Please Ghia?"

"Ghia like mother to girl. How can mother let killing of girl?" She spoke, as tears openly streamed down her face, from her deep brown eyes. The small rivulets stained her skin across her tanned cheeks peppered with freckles. In that moment it was hard to ignore just how beautiful she really was. Ghia was older and like the Druedain was not tall, lean and fair like the elves, but rather she possessed an ethereal beauty, her brown curly hair, pinned up had tendrils escaping the bun in a mix of silver, brown and gold, and her simple clothing was illfitting and worn but it couldn't mask her pretty, petite figure that was a mix of softness and strength.

Shobha smiled, half pleading and half dreamily. Just like with her own mother, who never worried about how she looked anymore, but rather dressing her two girls up instead, Ghia was more worried about everyone else before she worried for herself. And just as with her own mother she had never truly told her how pretty she looked even without makeup or fashionable clothes.

"Then please could you look after the babies? Keep them safe, and stay with me?" She pleaded. "My lovely Ghia. I am sorry I never told you what a wonderful lady you are... Or how beautiful you are... Just like my mother... I wish I could have told her what a beautiful lady she was too..."

"Girl certainly not well... Now hallucinating." Ghia sobbed as she gathered each baby first from Gandalf and then Adrahil. "Girl most beautiful lady, Ghia ever met..."

"My lady," Adrahil stood holding a rather terrifying looking dagger in his hand. "You will need to guide me, for I fear I shall soon lose the courage."

"Here..." Slowly she pulled up her nightdress, as Adrahil adjusted the sheets to offer her some modesty. "Here..."

She moved her hand down to mark an invisible line on her lower abdomen. Her limbs now felt as though they were made out of lead, and it felt like the whole thing was going to take forever, and so she slowly grasped Adrahils hand and pressed the blade to her skin.

"I cannot do this..." Adrahil suddenly pulled away. "Give me a moment -"

Suddenly a loud knock on the door announced the arrival of a new visitor. There was something of a commotion amongst the midwives from Dol Amroth, which seemed so far away it only barely registered to her ears. But the gasps everyone made were apparently much more audible, as they all slowly turned to see who had decided to barge in.

Her vision felt blurry, as she tried to focus on the door.

A bright light seemed to illuminate the arrival of the tall guest. As he strode across to the bed where she lay, others in the room seemed to clear the way, many of the midwives curtsying even.

It was a sudden arrival, interrupting a tense moment, and with the lights surrounding him, it made him look almost angelic!

"Oh my God! You... Have you come to take me away now?" Shobha spoke dreamily, eyes now half-closed. "Is it my time now?"

"No, my Lady," the tall visitor bowed his head elegantly, with a hand placed over his chest. "I am here to offer assistance..."

She squinted, and slowly as he moved closer, clothes in deep burgundy and silver robes, her eyes slowly focussed better.

"Oh God! Thrandster! I mean - it's you!" She spoke a little releived. "I thought you were..."

"I was what?" He assessed her with an eyebrow quirked, dubious of her sanity, as Adrahil still stood distantly poised to cut her open, although he was pulling away with each passing moment. "Your husband?"

"Well actually... That you were something here to take me into the afterlife..."

" 'Something' ?" The tall blonde elf gave her a quizzical look. " 'Afterlife' ?"

"Bah! You know what I mean!" She groaned weakly before turning to Gandalf. "Please? We don't have any time left... oh God now I'm saying 'bah'!"

Gandalf bowed his head to Thranduil before the two exchanged words quietly in Sindarin. Thranduils usual smug and distant expression which he wore everytime she had ever seen him, was slowly replaced with sadness as he finally realised the situation into which he had barged in.

He seemed to spit several harsh sentences at Gandalf again before being silenced by the wizard once more who explained something further.

And then after pausing briefly he shook his head to Gandalf and ushered him closer.

"I have one thing I can do for you, if you will allow it my dear?" Thranduil offered quickly. "There is an ancient magic that was once practiced, they say between Luthien and Beren. It has since been wholly forbidden but I believe this is an exceptional circumstance... It is a blood enchantment: I would mix my blood with yours, and in doing so bind your life force to mine -"

"I do not think this wise!" Gandalf spoke again. "This would be permanent and undoable - and when the girl dies, being of mortal birth, you will lose that part of your life force -"

"Mithrandir, I have lived half a life without my wife. There is little more that I could stand to lose." He replied calmly to Gandalf, before turning his gaze back at her. "It is your choice, my dear."

"Before you offer me... such a valuable part of yourself, there is something you need to know," she was struggling now to keep her eyes open. "First you need to get this baby out. Right now!"

Thranduil, unlike the others who seemed to recoil at the sight of her blood, bowed his head in agreement.

"I offer you my service, to do all I can."

"Here." She took the dagger from Adrahil and offered it to the elf. But he simply looked at it as though it were something disgusting.

"This will serve you better." He pulled out a dagger of his own, hidden in his robes. And he wasn't wrong, compared to the Prince's weapon, this was far more formidable in size, and looked incredibly sharp! "If this is still what you believe must be done?"

She reached out a heavy arm, placing her hand on his and guided it to her lower abdomen.

"Gandalf..?" She asked again as the wizard nodded having already started chanting his incantation silently.

She took another deep breath and then brought Thranduils blade down to her skin.

It was a strange feeling, because there was no pain, and yet she could feel the trickle of blood that began oozing from the cut.

"I cannot stand and watch this my lady," Adrahil looked at her, his face pained and voice clearly agitated.

"Then...just be there for me...?" She let go of Thranduil as he carried on carefully before offering her sluggish hand to him.

Adrahil had no hesitation in gently taking her hand. He had given his word that he would be there for her. And he certainly had no intention of leaving her side now.

Blinking a tear away, and putting on a brave smile, he took her small hand in his, while he gently brushed her hair away from her face with his other hand.

She would die soon. He was finally beginning to accept the inevitability.

"What do you think happens when you die?" She asked him quietly.

He hesitated a moment and then decided to answer all the same.

"Well, you would stand before the great one Mandos, and he would judge if you were worthy of entry into his halls... And I always imagined there in his halls you would be reunited with all your ancestors. With no worries for pain or suffering, hunger or sicknes..."

He smiled genuinely as he imagined it himself. "I always imagined it was akin to having a great ball every day."

She smiled and nodded.

"Tell me you're nearly done Thrandster...because I dont know how much longer I will last -"

"I am about to take the babe out -"

"Gentle pressure, and just check where the head is..."

"Very well. Now permit me to focus please." He sounded annoyed. And to her surprise, even a little nervous!

"Oh God! Tell me you're not on the Dorwinion?"

"How humourous. Now LET ME WORK." Thranduil silenced her sternly before carrying on.

"Tell me what the people of your land believe, my lady?" Adrahil changed the subject quickly to distract her.

"Ah...lots of different things...but one thing is in common; those who believe in anything, do not see death as an end, but rather a beginning.. a Rebirth." Her voice was now rather quiet. "But one professor - a teacher - at medscool...said something I will never forget...even after the heart stops, the brain cells keep living for four minutes. And during that time the these cells release all its dopamine to help... I guess with the pain... So it's like we have the most amazing dream or hallucination ever... Maybe we see our loved ones...our life flashing by...a bright light… God… or something like that..."

She trailed off, no longer able to keep her eyes from closing.

Adrahil held her hand on his, now kneeling beside her, pressing her cold, limp fingers to his chest.

"My lady..." He whispered quietly, several tears trickling down his face as he was unable to restrain them any longer.

He could see her body moving, as the tall elf made some adjustments in his attempt to rescue the final of her infants, but he didn't dare look.

"My lady... Try to stay awake..."

She smiled half lidded, nodding slowly.

"Thank you..." Her whisper was barely audible, but there was a certain freedom to her tone. As if none of the burdens she carried mattered anymore. "I am almost there..."

Adrahil turned away briefly to wipe the tears from his face that now flowed freely and silently. He didn't want her to see him cry in her final moments. She had deserved a life with her children. To watch them grow. Not to be plucked from it before it had even begun.

"It's...okay..." Her final words were little more than her lips moving, as the loud sounds of the youngest of her newborns filled the room.

"It's a girl!" Thranduil carefully held the baby in his bloody hands as though the tiny creature were made of the thinnest glass.

Towels and blankets were quickly passed over to him, but he didn't give the baby away, setting her down on the bed next to her mother as he attended to the infant himself, carefully cleaning her before wrapping her up in a clean blanket.

"She is fortunately like you, rather than her father..." The tall elf quipped, looking up at her face as he carried the tiny infant in his arms. "My lady...?"

But there was no reply from her, although she looked as though she was only sleeping.

Adrahil openly wept, holding her hand to his chest still.

The Druedain woman who stood behind the Prince, cradling the older two infants slowly sat down, tears gently rolling down her freckled cheeks.

"Here, Prince Adrahil," Thranduil sternly commanded. "We have no time..."

"What are you going to do?" Adrahil stood up letting go of her hand for the first time.

"Try to save her..." Thranduil carefully handed the baby girl to him.

"But how? She is gone..."

"No. I see her chest still rises, very faintly. But I have little time left." Thranduil explained. "I must hurry, if I am to bind her life to mine..."

...

She stood on top of the rocky ledge again, as the lands below flowed with molten lava.

He was there, beside her. She didn't look, but she could feel his presence.

It was odd how he was not quite what she had expected from reading the stories.

But the most ironic thing was how in her final moments, he alone stood by her. Even when everyone else had left.

"I guess this is it then right..?" She finally spoke after a few moments.

"It is most perplexing. How you had the chance at all the power in middle earth, and yet you not only turned it down, but you also sacrificed your life for a creature you have never even met."

"I guess that is what my mother would have done for me..." She shrugged.

"Yes. She was the most generous and kind creature I have ever known." He replied. Although she didn't look at him, it was clear from his tone that he smiled each time he spoke about her mother. "You are indeed so much like her."

She swallowed down a lump that was growing in her throat, making her want to choke on her tears that were fighting to get out.

"So...this is it right?" She breathed out slowly. "Will it hurt? My final final moment I mean?"

She looked up at him, when he remained silent. He hardened, scarred face simply gazed out across his lands. He was still very much a King looking over his Kingdom.

"No. Dying is easy. It is living that is harder..." He finally replied. "So take my hand. Bind yourself to me. Become who you were always meant to be..."

"How do I know it's not a trap? You are after the ring of power right?"

"Ugh. Why do all these fools believe the Ring is evil?!" He rolled his eyes almost playfully, which was in complete incongruity to his appearance. "No. The ring is all POWERFUL - the problem is mankind and Elves... Cannot handle power. It corrupts their hearts. Even now, I do not see any elves saving you... When they could..."

"Thranduil tried." She replied.

"Ah. Yes. But the woodland realm King has no ring of power." He explained smugly. "The power corrupts them, because they have evil in their hearts. See we are not ALL good or ALL bad. We have a bit of both. All the rings do is to highlight these qualities unless you can control what lies within your heart. The elves were wise enough to realise they cannot handle power. And so they dubbed the ring evil. And yet they judge lives to be worthy or lesser and do nothing to help those they deem lesser."

"But you want to use it to conquer and rule over all of Arda, right?"

"Your world has conquerors and emporers, and colonialists - they are celebrated as Kings and Queens, not as evildoers!" He countered. "All I would do was create greater unity between the realms and kingdoms..."

She sighed, feeling outwitted. He wasn't wrong in general about any of it, and yet something made her feel uncomfortable.

"You seem so convinced - why would you need me to agree?"

"Because you must know that once I revive you, your life will be linked to mine, and hence to the fate of the Ring." Sauron warned, his frightening face bearing a serious expression. "So when your wise Wizard seeks out the ring to destroy it...he will be destroying you."

"I can't imagine he would agree to that!" She replied, but she couldnt help the doubt that had crept into her mind over it. "Was this your plan all along then?"

"No. I couldn't have influenced every foolish decision that was made to get you to this terrible point. That is on them all! All I can do is protect what is mine - YOU." He slowly held out his hand again. "Just take my hand...and all will be well..."

She looked from his open hand, up to his scarred, hardened face, his dark eyes watching her, openly, and surprisingly, without judgement.

Her heart told her that he spoke the truth, but her head had been forced to believe otherwise from the stories and what everyone else had said.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes...

...

"She still bleeds." Thranduil pointed out, as he and Ghia continued to close her wounds. "Then there is time yet -"

"Do not be foolish," Gandalf whispered harshly to the elf. "If her fate is to survive then so it shall be -"

"What is it that you know, and do not yet share with me, Mithrandir?"

But Gandalf remained silent.

"Surely, you do not believe her delerius ramblings of being the daughter of Sauron?!" Thranduil looked up again at Gandalf, who frowned. "And even if it were true she has proven herself nothing other than of pure heart."

"There is more to matters than what we see or realise."

"Like not saving a woman, when we had the chance?" Thranduil moved slowly to a bowl of water set aside and dipped a cloth in the water and began to wash down the wound left on her abdomen, which was now stitched closed neatly. "You realise this will lead to bad blood with the dwarves of Erebor? Thorin never forgets or forgives."

"Well, there are greater troubles at hand than that -"

A quiet knock at the door interrupted them. Ghia hurried dressing her body and covering her in bedclothes, while Thranduil washed his hands of her blood in the bowl of water and Gandalf slowly moved to open the door.

"My Lord, her Ladyship's husband has arrived, and he is demanding that he sees her immediately."

"Yes, well...we are a little...busy..."

"Ah, Valandil." Thranduil nodded as he recognised the messenger at the door. "Well, Mithrandir, this is a problem you will have to solve sooner rather than later."

"And what have you told him?" Gandalf inquired blocking Valandil's view of her body.

"He was attacked on his journey here. His Highness has a few minor injuries, but is adamant that he sees his Consort right away," Valandil explained quite calmly considering the hour of night it was. In truth he has not been able to rest after accompanying the elvenking back, and had sat outside the rooms of the labouring lady for much of the time, only being called away for errands as needed.

...,..

"In truth, I would wager that it would require a small army to hold him back, should you deny his request."

"Very well, I shall return with you..." Gandalf nodded.

"Perhaps you might show him his three beautiful newborn children," Thranduil suggested attempting to sound distant about the matter when his heart truly ached. It was an ache he had not felt for a very long time. It was the sort of ache that Dorwinion provided temporary relief from. "Prince Adrahil guards them with his life, and I am sure will be grateful to hand the responsibility to the children's own father."

"Yes this is a good plan." Gandalf muttered as he followed Valandil.

Thranduil hesitated again as he looked at the woman.

"My Lord, I beg you, help Girl." Ghia suddenly appeared in from of him. "There is rare herb growing near tribe summer home. It help cure very bad ailings, and prolong life."

Thranduil paused a moment glancing from the healer to the woman.

"Me brew tea from herb everyday and give to Girl." Ghia admitted. "But me also heard that it make sleep like state.. and not death."

"So you are saying that she may not be dead?" Thranduil frowned, scrutinising the body that lady on the bed again. She had been dressed now in a Long white dress, that resembled elven clothing, with her hair washed and the way she lay, it could have easily looked as though she was simply slumbering.

Ghia simply nodded at the elf.

"I beg of great Elf King, restore her." Ghia asked gently curtseying in a slightly awkward manner, before wiping the tears from her eyes and hurrying away to help Adrahil with the triplets.

At first Thranduil followed to the door and paused. Their elven ancestors had not always acted or judged matters with true wisdom, and after meeting Ghia for himself, he had dismissed all the stories about the ugly race of people that lived in Ered Nimrais as simply that, stories. They bore no resemblance to elves, but they were not ugly or unpleasant in any way. In fact the Druedain healer, although clearly older was quite an attractive female.

He had also heard of the stories of such a precious herb, which many had perished in their search to find. Perhaps this was indeed true?

Still standing at the door, he sighed, unable to bring himself to look at her lifeless body, but equally unable to walk away, in the event that the healer was right.

He closed his eyes briefly. He had seen so much war and death in his lifetime, this was yet another death he had no desire to scrutinise.

But there was something about the healer woman, and the wounds they had seen bleeding even long after she had drifted off peacefully to her death.

Hesitantly he turned back to face her pale, lifeless form as she lay on the bed.

As he moved closer, he noticed that his eyes had not been deceiving him before.

There on her white dress, the colour freshly fallen snow, were tiny red spots in a perfect line, where they had dressed her over wounds...

...

She jolted awake to find herself seated on a park bench.

Still a little confused, she looked down at herself, but found no evidence of all the trauma she had just experienced.

It was a warm summer day, quite early in the morning and the park was fairly quiet except for the odd jogger and dog walker that passed by.

Apart from the strange feeling otherwise, it could have all been just some vivid dream, or even something she imagined entirely.

"Choti! There you are darling! It is very early for a solitary walk isn't it, my baby girl?"

The familiar voice of her mother pulled her out of her thoughts.

Excited at the prospect of being able to see her mother one last time, she stood up and rushed over to her. She was now pretty certain she was dreaming, or having one last lovely hallucination before she died!

Shobha wrapped her arms around her mother in a great big hug.

"Mama! Oh Mama!" She sighed as she took a deep breath of the wonderful smell of her Chanel perfume. It smelled like home! "My lovely Mama! I have missed you!"

"Oh my darling," her mother kissed her forehead and cupping her hand under Shobha's chin took a long look at her face. "We have missed you baby. You work too hard..."

"So you weren't worried about me being gone for so long?"

"Oh baby, it doesn't matter where you go. I know where you are, and how you are doing." Her mother smiled before putting her hand to her chest. "I feel it here. Besides, I was young once myself. And I know what it's like to be in love. You have to follow your heart..."

Shobha paused, a little surprised that her mother wasn't upset about her sudden disappearance. But it meant that maybe she could ask what she needed to directly.

"What's wrong poor baby girl?" Her mother ushered her back to the bench and they both sat together. "Why do you look so worried?"

"I met my father.." she began a little nervous.

"Oh! When?! He never told me!"

"No mum... I mean my REAL father."

Her mother fell silent, her gaze drifting out towards the distance.

"Oh Mama, please... Say something please...?"

"How did you find out?"

"He told me himself..."

"Oh." She nodded and looked down at her hands. "How is he...?"

"Still in love with you!" Shobha replied gently putting her hand on her mother's. "So it's true then? That I am his daughter.."

Her mother nodded quietly, her eyes tearing up a little from a mixture of guilt at how she truly felt about him and happiness.

"I didn't say anything to your father. And no one must know... To protect you..."

"So you loved him then?"

Again her mother nodded silently, this time wiping her eyes.

"I know it sounds strange. Such a callous man. But there was something softer about him... Something not clear from the start. And actually if you read the histories of the other races they are just as bloody. I mean...the kinslaying...the petty ones being hunted for sport...don't be fooled into thinking the others are perfect..." She looked at Shobha and shook her head. "But he knew you would be taken away even harmed if it was known. So I had to come back. I couldn't leave your sister alone..."

"I'm sorry Mama..."

"Now you should rest. It's a lot to take in at once." Her mother hugged her again and leant Shobha's head onto her own shoulder.

"What about the Ring?"

"He wants the ring - it IS his afterall, but if it comes to being between you and the ring, he will choose YOU." She confirmed. "I have no doubt... He always said the power of the ring is not in the ring but in the wearer - if you have more evil in your heart or are weak and corrupted easily, then this aspect will rule you."

"But how can you be sure - I mean he even attacks the Shire!"

"My dear little girl, have you forgotten? It is Lotho who begins to destroy the Shire with Sarumans help. And then Saruman who takes over," her mother smiled wrapping a reassuring arm around her. "There is something else I want you to have..."

Her mother looked down at her own left hand and carefully slipped off her own wedding ring, before carefully handing it to her.

"This is a ring he gave me before he sent me back home. He took some of his ring and made it. So the Ring of power is not complete without this. But this ring alone will not be enough. It was given as a token. And I have never taken it off my finger until now."

"But your wedding ring mummy?"

"It's at home safely. No one will ever notice the switch," her mother smiled at her. "Arun is kind and we love each other, but he has never looked at me or truly SEEN me like Annatar. Nor will I ever have a love like his."

Shobha had never seen her mother blush, but colour had flooded her cheeks at the memories she clearly had.

"You are sure that this contains part -"

"I saw him forge the ring himself." Her mother admitted. "It was on that perfect night that you were conceived. So he knew all along that he would have a child. He always said true power comes from within."

Shobha sat quietly looking at the ring. As it warmed in the sunlight on her palm, it began to glow subtly, and she could just about make out the strange writing inside.

"It didn't make ME evil did it?" Her mother chuckled.

"Oh Mama, what do I do?" Shobha was torn. She trusted her mother's judgement over anyone else. Perhaps Sauron was not entirely evil. But it changed nothing. She was not going to become his heir.

"Do nothing my darling. Your father will save you anyway." Her mother kissed her forehead again. "Trust me."

She sat there silently leaning her head on her mother's shoulder for a while. It was peaceful. It had even made her forget everything else for that time.

"My little girl, come now, you must go," her mother gently brushed her hair.

"Go? Where?" Shobha asked softly.

"Your husband and children are waiting for you..."

She looked up at her mother surprised that she knew. But her mother simply smiled gently, as though she had been referring to someone she had met!

"It was nice to spend some time with you like this for a bit. But your husband is waiting, and so are your beautiful babies sweetheart." Her mother smiled again understandingly pointing at a play area in the distance.

It was as if they were all living back in her world!

"Will I see you again?"

"Of course my love," her mother stood up with her and gave her a hug. It was a hug that she desperately needed. It was a chat that she had desperately needed for some time. "Now don't forget to give my grandbabies all hugs and kisses from their daadee ma!"

...

So we are almost there now. Thank you for reading all this way, and for your posts and comments it has meant so much to be able to post this.

This is to Xaiael and Obsessed reader who wanted twins! ( i loved your ideas and so much i went a step further!)

now they have a full family, including a much coveted daughter, she just needs to survive! 😬