A few weeks had passed since Shem revealed I was with child and within that I time I had begun to get sicker by the day. It would get so bad at times that I would not be able to get out of bed. On those days, I only woke to feed Elijah. Shem would spend these days caring for me while mother and Na'el watched after the children and father, Ham, and Japheth worked on the new hut Shem had begun to build for us. When it is done, it will be large enough to comfortably fit the five of us, plus the new baby, and it was a good enough distance for us to be able to walk to see the others, but to also be our own little family. Once our new hut was built and we got settled in, Ham and Na'el would move into ours. Since they came they had been staying in Japheth's hut, and Japheth had been staying with mother and father.

I was currently resting on a little mat outside the hut with Shem while we watched the girls pick flowers with Elijah. The cold winter had finally ended and the snow had melted.

"Have you thought of what you might want to name it?" Shem asked me as he massaged my feet.

"I haven't really had the time." I replied tiredly, "have you?"

"A bit." He replied, moving his hands from my feet to me belly, "I like to think about it when you are napping and I get to speak to the baby in peace."

"You speak to my stomach while I am asleep?" I asked him.

"Not to your stomach." He replied kissing it, "the child."

"Well would you care to tell me the names you have been discussing with the baby?" I asked him.

Before he could answer me we heard a piercing scream come from the direction of the children. Shem jumped up and sprinted over to see what was wrong. He ran back to the mat carrying Evi. As he got closer I noticed a there was blood dripping from a gash on her leg. He put her down next to me and she buried her head in my chest as she sobbed. Shem went to go grab Adah and Elijah and I took one of the blankets from the mat and wrapped it around Evi's wound.

"Keep pressure on it." Shem instructed me, putting the other children down, "I am going to get father."

He left, running, and Adah crawled over to where Evi was.

"You hurt Evi!" Adah told her.

"I am. Mama I'm hurt." Evi cried clinging to me even more than she was before.

"I know baby." I said soothingly.

Shem rushed back with father; both out of breath. Father had bandages and different herbs with him as well as some water. Mother followed the both of them.

"Ila I need you move her so that I can see her leg. Naameh take Adah and Elijah away." Father instructed.

Mother took the other children and I moved Evi so that her head was between my stomach and my bosom, which wasn't very comfortable for me but it was for her. Shem moved over to where both of our heads were and whipped Evi's forehead with freshly wet cloth. Evi had stopped shrieking, but she was still sobbing. Father removed the blanket from her leg and began to clean the wound. It wasn't a very big gash, but from what I could see it was deep. He blended some herbs together in some water and dabbed the concoction on the wound with some cloth as gently as he could.

"Papa it hurts!" Evi cried, reaching for Shem, "No more!"

"I'm sorry baby." She cried, "But it has to be cleaned."

I began to play with her hair and started to hum. It calmed her and by the time father finished cleaning the gash and wrapping it, she was fast asleep. Shem carried her to her bed and father helped me up and we began to walk to the fire pit for dinner.

"Thank you father." I said to him.

"You are welcome Ila." He replied, "It was just a gash. I believe she was frightened by the blood mostly.

Once we got to the pit, he helped me sit and went to put the herbs and bandages back.

"How is she?" Ham asked.

"She is fine, asleep now." I told him.

Mother came over to hand me a bowl of soup, but the second I smelt it I doubled over and vomited.

"Okay never mind Ila." Mother told me reassuringly, "I will get you some bread."

"What happened?" Shem asked coming to my side.

"The smell of the soup upset her stomach." Mother told him, handing me some bread, "get her some water."

Shem brought me some water and moved over so his meal wouldn't make me sick again.

"Shall we thank HIM." Father said.

We all stopped eating and father thanked the creator for trusting with his task, apologized for failing him, and thanked him again for the food and our wonderful family.

"And maybe someday, Ila will be able to eat again." He concluded.