Aibhistín jumped out of her bed and hurled into the chamber pot. They were already back home in Narnia. She needed to find out how far along she was in this pregnancy, but she wanted to tell her husband first. She rinsed out her mouth and put on her robe and walked outside to find him in the gardens.

"I believe I'm pregnant again, Aslan."

"it is a good thing if you are."

"It's only been a year since Faoiltiama was born. Do you think this one will be a boy or another girl?"

"Eru Ilúvatar did not show me how many children we will have, he only showed me that we will."

"When will I meet your father? I should like for Faoiltiama to know her grandfather."

"He will show himself to us, though I don't know when."

Faoiltiama began crying from her crib and Aibhistín ran to her to nurse her.

"There you go, sweet girl. Eat up, my little wolf."

Faoiltiama was just learning how to walk, but she was not fully weaned yet. Aibhistín wanted to be the one to decide when her children would be weaned. Aslan loved spending time with his daughter. When he was not off doing his duties, he was at home with his wife and daughter. Aibhistiín's family still feared and revered him, but also saw him as one of their own.

"My lady Aibhistín. What can I do for you?"

"I think I am with child again, Cadwaladr. I threw up this morning, and I haven't thrown up since my first pregnancy."

"Let us look you over to be sure."

Cadwaladr had her lie down while he inspected. He poked and prodded in all of the proper places, and texted her urine, and the results were what she was hoping for.

"Were my suspicions correct?"

"They most certainly were, my lady. You are indeed pregnant. I believe congratulations are in order for you and our lord Aslan."

"Thank you, Caldwaladr."

"You are most welcome, my lady."

Aibhistín ran off to find her husband, but she ran into her sister-in-law Queen Duana first.

"Aibhistín, my dear, slow down. You could fall and hurt yourself."

"I probably should slow down, I don't want to risk the life of my second child."

"Your second child."

"I am with child again."

"Does Aslan know?"

"I'm running to find him, but because of how he is, he probably already knows."

"I believe I saw him on the shore, my dear. And please be careful on your way to him."

"I will!"

Aibhstín ran down the stone steps that led to the beach, and sure enough, that is where she found her husband.

"Aibhistín, come sit with us."

Aslan was laying down in the sand wrapped around his daughter, keeping her dry from the seawater.

"Duana told me I would find you here."

"Did you visit a physician?"

"I did, and he confirmed my suspicions. We're going to have another baby."

"That is a good thing."

"I for some reason think this one will be a boy. I've heard it as a mother's intuition, or something like that. It would be funny if I think this one is a boy and it turns out the baby is a girl."

"That is not unusual."

"So I've heard."

Aibhistín walked closer to her husband and looked in on their daughter.

"She's asleep."

"It's your warmth that probably made her fall asleep. And she's bundled up to keep as much of the sea breeze off of her as possible. Duana once told me that too much sea breeze can make a baby sick."

"Anything can make a little one sick."

"I read that in King Frank and Queen Helen's world, the medicines for obstetrics were a bit more advanced."

"And it should be even more advanced now."

"Faoiltiama's birth was relatively easy for my first, I was told. I hope this baby is the same. Were you shown which of our children will help destroy the White Witch Jadis?"

"I was not. Eru Ilúvatar reveals to me what he wants to reveal to me. He only showed me our grandchildren. Four of them, two boys and two girls, but he did not show me who their parents are."

"And weren't you also shown that a grandchild of Mallaidh and Ionatán would be there to help our grandchildren?"

"Yes, and a grandchild of Angnar and Gyda of Ettinsmoor."

"Six children altogether. How can children defeat Jadis? And Mallaidh's grandchild will be going up against their own family. Diolun is Jadis' nephew."

"Everything will come to pass, my dear. I will be there to see it through. I always will."

"Yes, you always will be there."

Aibhistín reached down to pick up Faoiltiama, who instinctively started searching for something to suckle on. She was indeed as hungry as a wolf.

"Are you tired at all, Aibhistín?"

"A little bit. But I am also hungry. Are you ready to be big sister, my little wolf lady?"

Faoiltiama could only just giggle and coo at her mother's words, and she reached for her father. Her mother set her down on her father's back and Faoiltiama gripped the hairs of her father's mane to hold on to. They made their back to the castle.

It seemed as though the rest of her pregnancy flew by in just the blink of an eye, for before she knew it, she was back in the birthing bed, screaming in pain. Instead of being propped up against pillows, she was propped up against her husband, who provided her with more comfort than a pillow ever could.

"Not that much longer, my lady, and you'll be able to push."

"Is there any way to make this go faster? I didn't have this much trouble and pain with Faoiltiama, and she was my first."

"There are ways to make this go faster, but at this point in time, it is better for you to just wait to start pushing."

"Where is Faoiltiama?"

"She is with her aunt the queen, your highness."

"Bring her in here. Bring her to me."

"My lady, it won't be safe."

"We want our daughter to witness the birth of her first sibling."

"Yes, Aslan."

The midwife set Faoiltiama in between her father's front legs, where he kept a good hold of her.

"There you are, my little girl."

"Get ready to push, madam."

"Let this birth have no complications."

Aibhistín gripped her husband's paws as hard as she could, but Aslan didn't mind.

"Push, my lady. You can do this."

Aibhistín let out her first scream of the night, and it somehow did not disturb the sleeping Faoiltiama.

"How much farther?"

"The head is almost out, my lady. Keep pushing."

She let out another scream that Faoiltiama still didn't respond to, and the baby's head was fully out.

"How did Queen Helen do this so many times?!"

"How did Eve do this so many times?"

"Keep pushing, my lady."

After about four more pushes, Aibhistín let out an ear-shattering scream that Faoiltiama awoke to, and that Aslan roared to.

"You did it, Aibhistín. Our next baby is here."

"You have a son, my lord and lady."

The midwife cleaned up the baby boy and handed him to Aibhistín. Aslan moved Faoiltiama to where she could see her baby brother better.

"What will we name him?"

"I don't know. I just keep thinking this baby boy will be able to do something that no Narnian has ever accomplished, but I don't know what it is. So, we will call him Ábhartach. It means feat-performing one. And that feat might be defeating the White Witch."

"We will see as he gets older."

Aibhistín unlaced her nightgown and let both of her babies suckle on her at once. Faoiltiama held the hand of her baby brother as they filled their little bellies.