(eng) Pam Uphoff - Wine of The Gods 15 by Dancer

Author:Dancer [Dancer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Rael paused at the sight of Pudge and Jude cooing over the twins. Raod was beaming proudly, and Jaes standing well back, looking professional . . . and a bit tense.

Rael circled around to her. "Afraid they'll drop one?"

"They . . . don't seem to have had much experience holding babies."

Rael grinned. "How bad was Raod, at first?"

Jess snickered. "Lacking experience, but she'd read extensively. By the time she was home from the hospital, she was an expert."

Rael paused. "They kept her? I hadn't realized there were any problems . . . " She broke off at Jess's head shake.

"They're always careful with twins, but they were close enough to full term, and if a bit small, their lungs were healthy. The doctors sent them home after three days."

Rael glanced over as her mother bustled in. "I expect mother drove the doctors crazy. Did . . . Ogto come to the hospital? I'm afraid I don't know how their relationship fell out."

Jess shrugged.

Right. Never gossip about your employer.

Moah trotted in with a tray full of nibblements, and Rael drifted that direction.

"Lemonade, Senorita?"

"Oh, whatever everyone is having."

"I have made a big pitcher of iced tea."

"That sounds good." She snitched a cracker and wandered back to the others.

"Marvelous red hair. Ryol is going to be such a beauty." Joud stroked the baby's hair. "You are so lucky."

Puuj was snuggling the other one. "I like this little skinny boy." She wiggled her fingers in the general vicinity of his belly and the boy giggled and kicked in excitement.

"So . . . is it going to take you two, what, two more husbands each until you have babies of your own?" Rael settled into a chair, this time with her back to the ocean view, and good light on the other women's faces.

"I hate these stupid Oner fertility problems. What were they thinking, those people who engineered us? Whoever they were." Puuj rocked the baby. "I'm a very high Neartuone. So most Neartuone men can't get me pregnant. But very few Withiones want to marry me—in the game that's like admitting they can't get a Withione pregnant. And there's a larger chance the baby won't get even a single complete set."

"Oh horrors." Rael wrinkled her nose. "You know, there's a whole lot of genes on the insertions that don't do a thing, magically."

Joud sniffed. "Easy for you to say, Princess. You've got everything."

"Actually, no. The One insists on two sets of insertions, but doesn't worry about a dropped gene or two, depending on which genes, of course." Rael shrugged. "I'm missing a few that they considered unimportant. I'm just a . . ."

"Rael!" Her sister and mother managed a pretty good chorus.

Rael grinned, and continued. "So in the entire Empire, there might be as many as four thousand men who could beat my count. But frankly? I'm not interested in hunting for one of them."

Her mother continued in exasperated tones. "I thought the Princess School would drill you in proper manners! I suppose hanging around all those guards and people, you lost your, well .

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