I was most definitely pregnant.
I spit into the chamber pot then sucked in breath hoping more would not come up my throat and out my mouth.
Seriously, I hated puking. And doing it in a chamber pot made a not very fun activity a lot less fun.
When the nausea subsided and it seemed I had the all-clear, I moved to the basin, poured some water from a jug on a cloth, wiped my mouth, rinsed the cloth, wiped my face and rinsed it again. Then I rinsed my mouth with water and grabbed the thin, split branch that Jacanda had given me to brush my teeth and tongue. I used that, rinsed again, grabbed the cloth and folded it as I wandered out of the bathroom type um… room.
Lahn was in bed, on his side, silk sheet up to his waist, elbow in the pillow, eyes on me.
My really not so little anymore tigress was lounging on a big, fluffy, hide-covered pad in the corner, her pink tongue licking a bone.
My stomach roiled as the nausea returned and my eyes moved back to Lahn.
Even nauseous, it wasn’t lost on me my husband was hot.
It was just that with morning sickness, I was in no mood to do anything about it.
I went to the bed, pulled back the sheet, lifted a leg and collapsed on my back, head to the pillows. I pulled the sheet up and slapped the folded, cool cloth over my eyes.
I felt Lahn’s heat against my side then I felt his large hand on my belly.
“Perhaps I was wrong,” he murmured. “If you carry a golden daughter in your womb, she would not be so rough on you.” I felt him get closer and knew I was right when his soft voice came at my ear and his hand pressed gently at my belly before he whispered, “I believe we made a warrior, my doe.”
“I don’t care what it is, just as long as you’re happy with it because it’s the only one you’re gonna get, big guy,” I muttered back and heard him chuckle in my ear but felt his mouth leave that area after it brushed skin.
Nice move and I loved to hear Lahn’s amusement.
But I was not being amusing.
I lifted one side of my cloth so I could slide my eyes to him to see he was still grinning and I informed him, “I’m not kidding. I don’t like puking as in, really don’t like it.”
I watched his eyebrows go up in a face that was still smiling.
“Puking?”
“Hurling, calling Buick, heaving, throwing up, vomiting, puking. ”
He chuckled again.
I found nothing funny.
I dropped the cloth and announced, “After this, birth control all the way.”
Through another chuckle I heard Lahn ask, “Birth what?”
“Birth control. After little Lahn or little Lahnahsahna makes his or her entry into this world, you’re sheathing your sword, big guy.”
An amused but confused, “Sheathing my sword?”
I lifted the cloth again, glared at him then moved my glare down to the area being discussed and just to make certain he got it, I gave a little nod in that direction.
He got it. I knew it when he roared with laughter.
Again, I found nothing funny.
I dropped the cloth and tried not to let his big body shaking the bed make me hurl.
Finally, he quieted his humor but remarked, “I’ve heard of this practiced in the Northlands. We do not practice the same in the Southlands, my queen.”
“Well, you’re going to be a trendsetter,” I returned on a mutter.
“Trendsetter?”
“Setting the fashion, being the first.”
His hand still at my belly slid up, curled around my breast and his voice was partly amused, partly serious when he informed me. “I’ll not have anything between me and my golden queen.”
I opened my mouth to say something smart but he kept talking as his hand slid back to my belly.
“And we will have many children, many warriors to serve Suh Tunak, many golden princesses so their father can behold your beauty on more than your face.”
That was sweet and all, really sweet but… I did not think so.
“That’s sweet, Lahn, but I’m being very serious.”
“Then I will be serious as well and tell you I will not use these…
things. ”
