Supreme Magus novel Chapter 4075

Chapter 4075: Just as Impressive (Part 2)

"I have jinxed nothing." Kamila said without believing her own words. "Also, Ely said fai, not Fae, and chees doesn’t mean cheese."

"Sadly, that’s only for us to know." Lith sighed. "Are you ready to do your part after the wedding?"

"Gods, I had almost forgotten about that." Kamila groaned. "Yes, I’m ready."

***

As it often happens, life had its own plans and no care for what others wished for or found convenient.

Three days before the wedding, Quylla’s waters broke.

"Right now?" She asked to her womb, which had just made a mess of her bridesmaid dress and the family carpet during a rehearsal. "After all the trouble I went through to have it fitted?"

"I told you to use a Featherwalker armor!" Morok swept her off her feet and Warped to their bedroom.

He had prepared everything for such a moment. Clean blankets, hot water, and things for Quylla to crush in her grip instead of his hands were quickly arranged around and on the bed.

"Now is not the time for ’I told you so’!" A painful contraction had her grit her teeth. "Where is Faluel?"

"Right behind you." As Friya’s mentor and master, Faluel had been chosen as a bridesmaid as well. "Don’t worry, everything will be fine."

"What about fast?" Quylla asked.

"I’m sorry, but not even Guardians can rush nature." Faluel shapeshifted her dress into comfortable scrubs for the delivery. "That’s on you."

"Don’t worry, sweetie. You’re not alone." Jirni’s elegant day dress turned into a midwife’s scrubs as well, and so did Friya’s bridal gown.

"Seriously?" Quylla couldn’t believe her own eyes. "Everyone but me was wearing armor?"

"It would be silly otherwise." Friya cleared her throat. "We don’t know when the Gernoff will attack, and the ceremony is the perfect moment to strike. Lots of guests, noise, and chaos." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"I hate you! I hate you all so much!" Quylla sobbed, feeling stupid. "Especially you!"

She pointed her finger at Morok in accusation.

"Why didn’t you warn me?"

"I did it at least 100 times!" Morok gritted his teeth in synch with Quylla.

He had no contraction, but her hand squeezed his as a vise that threatened to crush his bones.

"I said no ’I told you so’ and you rub 100 of them in my face at a time?" She asked in outrage.

"Make up your gods-damn mind, woman." He replied. "If you want me to shut up, I will, but if you want me to answer your questions, don’t expect me to spout nonsense. That’s your thing!"

"How dare you!" Quylla growled, holding Morok’s hand with every ounce of her considerable strength. "I’m going to kill you!"

"That’s it, Quylla. One more push." Faluel said.

"Wait, what?" Quylla had been so busy arguing with Morok that she had almost forgotten about her predicament.

"I said push! Don’t relax on me right now!" Faluel scolded her.

Pain, however, was a great reminder and an even better motivator. Five minutes later, the first twin was out, and the second one came right after.

The silence that fell over the room awfully reminded Elina of the day of Lith’s birth. Neither of the children cried or made any audible sound. They were too busy looking around the room and kicking at each other.

’Knowing Morok, it’s both.’ She inwardly sighed.

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