Author's Notes: So sorry for the long break between posts, yesterday was my birthday! So i was a bit preoccupied this past week to say the least. Okay, so this chapter Im not too happy about, HOWEVER, it is still an important chapter and sorry to leave you hanging a little bit but I wanted to give you guys a break before it got crazy. Enjoy

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! Nor claim to. Obviously.

A few months passed somewhat slowly for Amunet, who seemed to grow at a very fast pace. Only four and a half months into her pregnancy, Amunet appeared as if she were six months. Although her face and the rest of her body were left virtually unaltered as she wore the pregnancy extremely well. Akefia noticed how her breasts grew larger more than anything else, but the glow she emitted was truly magnificent and almost God like in nature. Akefia no longer threatened any man who dared to take a glance at his beloved Amunet, for he couldn't blame them for admiring such an ethereal being such as her. The fact that she was pregnant with his child also granted him more patience in this regard, almost primitively viewing her as marked territory to any man. He would silently dare someone to even speak to her in an offensive manner just so he could kill the man on the spot. Marik was also strangely protective over Amunet, bringing her more food than she could possibly consume and washing her clothes so she would not have to hurt her back doing so. Amunet felt increasingly embarrassed as time went on to be naked in front of Akefia, who desired her at a much more frequent rate then before the pregnancy. Amunet was too shy to ever tell him, but during their most intimate of times together, he truly made her feel like a queen despite her insecurities with her growing body, and she cherished him all the more for that.

He no longer allowed her to go on raids, leaving Amunet alone for hours at a time. She would use the time to adjust her clothing for when she was a bit larger, as well as sewing new clothes for the baby. Her nightmares had eventually receded back into the dark confines of her mind, allowing her to sleep deeply and dream about the day that the baby would be born. Almost as soon as Amunet hit her fifth month, she found herself increasingly irritated by virtually everything.

On the cot in their tent, Amunet tried to stand up, but only succeeded in falling back, huffing in annoyance. She leaned back all the way to lay down, tired of trying to stand so many times, and grunted loudly in frustration. Unbeknownst to her, Akefia had heard her grunt seconds before stepping inside and seeing her wring away at her skirt. He moved silently over to her, and got on his knees beside her as he watched her scrunch her face with closed eyes. Clasping his hands gently over hers, her eyes shot open as her face turned towards him suddenly.

"Akefia! You can't keep doing that, you'll scare the baby right out of me," she smiled, feigning anger.

"I didn't mean to, my little thief, but you've got to keep your wits about you," he said soothingly as he stroked her sweat soaked strands off of her face. "But tell me, my pet. What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Yes, well… It's just, I'm tired," she half mumbled out.

Akefia took a deep breath and sat back a little, closing his eyes.

"Amunet, I'm not going to ask you again. You can't lie to me," Akefia said, his eyes still closed.

She nodded silently before she spoke, softly, as if she didn't want him to hear her.

"I'm rather uncomfortable, being here, this pregnant… I'm sorry, it's just hard for me," she looked down at her hands as Akefia suddenly stood up. His brows were knotted in frustration as he spared a quick glance at Amunet, who was doing her best not to be overly emotional. He had started to leave, alerting Amunet to look up at him before he was gone.

"Please, don't be mad at me-" she was cut off by him raising his hand in order to silence her.

"Take a nap, we will talk about this another time," he said curtly before he removed himself from the tent. Amunet managed to get out a quiet, "Yes, my King," which he had heard just as he stepped back into the sun. Now feeling slightly guilty for leaving her alone in that way, Akefia was too busy contemplating his task at hand to focus on that. Although he would never admit it to anyone, including Amunet, whenever she addressed him in that manner, it always melted his cold exterior a little bit. The pregnancy had only furthered their deep devotion to one another, and Akefia found her increasingly beautiful almost every time he looked at her. The healer had come by a few times to check on Amunet's progression, and was astonished at the rate she seemed to be going. Most recently when he had come by, he told Akefia that he assumed she would deliver a very large baby boy when the time came. Akefia couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as he walked away from the healer and into the tent where Amunet laid. Knowing how well she was carrying their child, he couldn't help but marvel at how healthy and youthful she looked as she filled out over time.

Akefia knew that the campsite in the desert was no place for Amunet in her current state, much less an infant. That afternoon only solidified what he already knew, and as he walked towards Marik, he tried his best not to look as frustrated as he felt.

Amunet had trouble drifting off to sleep once Akefia had left her in, what she assumed, as a fit of anger. She knew that Akefia had been more than accommodating in the past few months, but essentially wanting to be anywhere but the camp maybe asked too much of his patience. When she woke up a few hours later, she noticed a plate of food and fresh water at the table but no Akefia. She got up after a few moments and sat at the table, eating hungrily as she hoped that he wasn't that upset with her to feel disinterested in coming to eat with her before a raid. Once she was done she made her way over to the pile of fabric in the corner, sewing to keep her hands busy as she tried once again to remain calm and not let her current condition cause her to fly over the edge emotionally. Hours went by and Amunet couldn't help but panic slightly, she stopped sewing and decided to take a short walk into the camp to see if Marik had stayed behind.

As she passed the few men who remained in the center, she was tempted to ask them whether or not Marik had joined Akefia, but felt a hand on her shoulder just as she turned back around.

"There's no cause for concern," Marik said, giving her a genuine half smile.

"Did he seem," Amunet started, not knowing how to proceed from there.

"He's not mad at you, Amunet. Far from it, he'd do anything to make you happy. He was just frustrated, that's all," Marik said, knowing full well what Akefia's thought process entailed.

"Thank you," Amunet said with a slight nod, the stress in her face melting back into her tranquil qualities. She started to walk back to the tent when Marik suddenly spoke,

"You hungry?"

"I'm always a little hungry," she said smilingly.

"Eat with me and then I'll take you back," Marik said, gesturing for her to sit on the bench nearby the fire, where there was a great deal of meat being cooked.

As she sat down the smokiness of the meat wafted into her nose, making her far more hungry than she had realized. Marik cut a few pieces off of a skewer and handed her the plate, before doing the same for himself. He sat next to her as they ate in contented silence, savoring the juiciness of fresh meat and the warmth it brought to their bodies. After just a few moments Marik looked over to see that Amunet had cleared her plate some time ago and rose to give her more.

"You sure can pack it away, can you?" he said, chuckling a bit as he placed even more meat onto her plate. Presenting it to her as almost a challenge, Amunet cocked an eyebrow and took the plate back into her hands before settling in once more. Sure enough, within a few moments she had finished, sucking on her fingers to get rid of the stickiness which lingered there.

Standing up, Amunet handed Marik the plate, which he stacked underneath his own and bowed her head slightly in gratitude.

"Thank you, I can walk myself back. Good night," she said, placing her hands on her stomach affectionately as she began to walk back to the tent that Akefia would be coming back to only in a matter of time.

Three days had passed and there was still no sign of Akefia. Amunet had been nothing short of terrified that something had happened to him, but she couldn't help but trust that the connection between them had not given her anything to worry about. Amunet would know if something had happened to him, even if she had trouble accepting the fact that this was the longest amount of time apart since before he had initially taken her to the camp.

Marik had made sure that Amunet was as occupied as he could possibly keep her while Akefia was away. He knew that Akefia would be taking longer than he usually would, but he had not suspected that it could be as anxiety ridden as it had been. Marik almost felt as stressed as Amunet, willing his boss to come back as soon as possible so Amunet could feel at ease once more, and so he would not have to spar with her again. He had been scared to do so in her current condition, but Amunet had demanded that he would give her his best, despite the pregnancy and fought with him for a good deal of time. Marik was largely bewildered to find that he couldn't come close to hitting Amunet, and half way through their first session, he had forgotten all about her condition, unable to land a single strike. Once she disarmed him, her serious face would melt into a warm smile and she would laugh genuinely before asking if they could sit down and have something to eat. She was still upset that Akefia had left things the way he did before he took off, not even bothering to tell her how far away this raid was or how long he'd actually be gone for.