Short, short, short chapter.

Birth

Trianna growned as she rolled out of her bed. She couldn't believe how hard it was being pregnant. She was in the last month now, which was by far the hardest. She had to eat for two living things, and one of them always didn't quite like what was given to it. She throw up constantly. She looked down at her stomach.

"What am I going to do with you?" She spoke to her unborn child like it was alive. She sighed and got out of her bed. Even that was a struggle. She clambered outside and saw Ildrea, her best friend, standing outside.

"You alright?" Trianna grunted and said,

"Well I'm sick of being pregnant if that's what you mean. Honestly, the events that take place before it are fine, but after it, it's like the baby is punishing me." Ildrea nodded, a knowing look on her face.

"I agree. I did warn you not to try Eragon." Trianna leaned against a post, thinking of the young Rider.

Stupid Arya. She thought bitterly. Even after she had been thrown aside for the elf, she couldn't help but be attracted to him.

I'm the one who's pregnant with his child now. Then she thought back to Brom, Arya's boy.

My child will not know of his/her relation to that feckless elf. Ildrea took her arm and said,

"Well if you're too tired to do much, would you like to go and see Elain?" Trianna smiled. The two pregnant women had quickly became friends.

"Sure. Let's go." They started off to the blacksmith's workshop. Even with her belly rounded to a ghastly size, men stopped in what they were doing to stare at her. She felt valued under their gaze.

"How is it-" Ildrea talked from beside her, "-that you can attract those men with a round stomach, yet you can not attract Eragon?" Trianna smiled and batted her eyes seductively at a large, muscular man who was staring at her. She cast a quick glance at her.

"Oh, I don't know. He is a Rider." She looked back at the man.

"Trianna." She looked back at the older women.

"What?" Ildrea looked at her sternly.

"Do you love this Eragon or not?" She took one last look at the man, pushing the thoughts of what it would be like with him in a dark room, and reluctantly looked at the ground.

"I think I do." Ildrea stopped and said,

"Well we're here now. I'm going to see about some wounds." With that she left. Trianna walked to the back of the tent and saw Elain sitting in a rocking chair, knitting. She looked up and smiled.

"Trianna. It's good to see you. Come, sit." Trianna walked forward and awkwardly sat down.

"How's the baby setting?" Trianna looked with irritation at Horst, his two sons, Brom, and some other elf as they worked in the forge.

"Not well. I throw up every single morning. I can't eat anything, because I know it'll just come right back up." Elain half smiled half grimaced.

"I'm going through the same thing." Trianna growned as another wave of uncomfortableness attacked her.

"How much longer is this going to take?" Elain's fingers moved in a blur as she knitted. Not for the first time, Trianna wondered how the woman had gotten so good. She hated knitting.

"Until you give birth." Trianna moaned and slumped in the chair.

"How long could that take?" Elain looked up as one of her sons came over and said,

"We're on break now." She continued to knit.

"Well that depends. I'm late as it is. If you gave birth some time this week then you'd be early. It varies from woman to woman." Elain looked over at Trianna, a curious look on her face.

"By the way, I never asked you but who is the father?" Trianna snapped up. She couldn't tell the woman, and at the same time shame Eragon, and herself.

What to do, what to do?

At that exact moment the elf that she couldn't remember the name to walked by. His name suddenly clicked in her head and without thinking she blurted out,

"Faolin." Elain's eyebrows shot up in surprise. She looked at the elf who had stopped.

"What?" He obviously thought Trianna was about to ask him something. She stood and wrapped an arm around his.

"The father is Faolin." The elf looked from Trianna, to Elain, and back to Trianna.

Role with it. The elf seemed to think for half a second then smiled warmly at Trianna. He laid a hand on her arm.

"Why? Is that so surprising?" He leaned down and put his head on Trianna's. He smiled and without moving his mouth much said,

"I assume you'll explain yourself later?" Trianna nodded.

"Yep. He's the father." She was speaking to both Elain and Faolin. Elain look thoroughly shocked.

"Well I never would have assumed." Trianna nodded again.

"Yes, well we really must be going." She pulled on Faolin's arm and they walked away. When they reached Trianna's tent she opened it and Faolin walked inside.

"Alright, start explaining." Trianna geasuted to a chair.

"Sit." He sat down and folded his legs.

"Alright, to be blunt, I'm pregnant, as you can see, and the father is really Eragon. However I can't let anyone know that, so I need you to be the cover father." Faolin stared at her for a long moment. His gaze gradually went from receptive, to appreciative. It took her a minute to realize it, but it snapped to her attention that he was looking at her in, and admiring her features. At the same time she was looking at him. He was a very muscular elf, with a deep chest and large arms. He smiled at her as his eyes trailed over her chest. She smiled back.

"Or if you want you could-" She moved her hips seductively, "-make another reason for why people would think your the father. Faolin looked up at her, because he had been staring at her legs, and smiled. He stood and walked to her. She lifted her arms as he bent down. She she first touched him he lose control of himself and ripped off her shirt, bra, pants, and every other layer of clothing. He picked her up and took her to the bed. When he took off his pants she sat up. He looked at her and gasped as she took him in her hands. As she moved him she whispered,

"Well it's clear you want to be more then the 'cover' father. I can't do it now, because of the baby. After I give birth." Faolin tried to force thoughts past her warm hands on him and managed,

"Fine. But don't stop doing that." She giggled in a sly, seductive manner, a manner which she had perfected.

"I suppose there's no reason to stop." For the next half hour they went as far as they could. Then Trianna felt something push inside her. It was so unexpected she sad,

"Ow." Faolin looked up from his position in-between her legs.

"What?" She shook her head.

"I-I don't know. I just felt really weird all of a sudden. It stopped I think." The push happened again.

"Ow, no, there it is again." Faolin stood up, suspicion crossing his face. She looked up at him, fear and happiness filling her.

"D-Do you think it's-" He nodded.

"I think it's." He picked her up, put all her cloths back on with a spell and walked her to the healers tent. In twenty minutes they had confirmed that she was in labor and that she would give birth soon. On of the healers bent down and said,

"Who's the father? I'll go get him if you want." Faolin put a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm the father." Trianna gave birth, a good number of hours, to a son. The elven attributes of age were given to the child, were the appearances of the child were Trianna's. She was grateful for that. If he had looked like Eragon, people would soon find out about it. With Faolin's help she named her son Reja.