“Too bad I’ll have to compete with Neremyn when my time comes,” I muttered. Neremyn was the woman who lived with her husband down the road. She was some sort of a legend in Errenity Valley, having raised fourteen pure elven children. They weren’t all with her husband, her first two coming from different fathers from her time at the Dwelling and three more from another man, but the family was given the grandest house and daily gifts for contributing so well to the elven cause.
Ara patted my hand. “Even if the midwife can’t come, I’ll be here with you. Besides, I’m sure the midwife will give priority to you since it’s your first child. I’d wager that Neremyn has had enough experience giving birth that she can catch her own babes.”
I laughed and leaned up to kiss her. “I love you, Ara.”
“And I love you, Meira.”
We held hands, enjoying the breeze that blew from over the mountains and listening to the bubbling brook. I was happy, and I was determined to stay happy with Ara, and I looked forward to holding our children and creating a better world where we could all live together.
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