The past few weeks of pregnancy played out boringly. Health wise, Mira was okay but every other thing wise, she was irritated. The beds were too hard to be called beds. Her legs ached constantly like she was carrying the world in her belly. Every single time she wanted to eat something but when she ate what she craved she destested it.
The fruits the lions offered tasted either rotten or too bland. The meat was something else. These beasts could just NOT cook. Not even if their lives depended on it.
Everyone acted like she was some kind of fragile female who should not move a muscle. These people would wash her ass after she pooped if she let them. They were everywhere yet nowhere at the same time and it got infuriating.
