It seems as if the next two years flew by. Zarkon and Elara have been married for 12 years now and the children were happy and healthy. The universe was at peace and everything was calm. That is until last month hit. Alfor was visiting Daibazaal and he and his best bud Zarkon were crusading the outdoors as they chatted.

"How is she?" Alfor asked Zarkon.

Zarkon sighed heavily and shook his head sadly.

"Not good, she grows more ill and tired as the days go on. She hasn't been able to leave bed for two weeks and she's too weak to even do so. Ulaz is trying everything he can but nothing works." Zarkon said with a depressed tone.

No he is not talking about his mother, mother-in-law, or any of his daughters, he was talking about Elara who suddenly became very sick. 

"What if we had a few Altean doctors work on something to help you out with her illness?" Alfor suggested.

"That does sound like a good idea but the last thing I want is to stress her out." Zarkon said.

"They won't stress her out. I assure you they'll be very gentle with her." Alfor said.

"Good. Thank you Alfor." Zarkon said slightly smiling.

Alfor simply nodded at his friend. They talked for a little longer before Alfor had to return to Altea. Nightfall came and Zarkon headed to bed and he saw the children standing at the bedside talking to their sick mother.

By now Koltor was ten, Bellatrix was eight, Zanthea was six, Helthena was four, and Farah was two. Koltor, Bellatrix, and Zanthea knew and understood that their mother was very sick and the odds of her survival were slim.

"How are you feeling mama?" Helthena asked.

"Well princess... I've been better, I'm just tired that's all." Elara said to her daughter.

"What about the baby?" Koltor asked.

"She's perfectly fine." Elara said, moving the blanket off of her baby bump. Yes, she's ill and once again expecting.

"Why don't you get some sleep?" Elara told the children once she noticed Zarkon standing at the doors.

The children all went to bed after bidding their parents and unborn sister goodnight.

"How was she treating you today?" Zarkon asked, sitting next to her in bed after getting into comfortable nightwear.

"She was nice to me today, just a few nudges here and there." Elara replied.

"Alfor offered to have some Altean doctors help you." Zarkon said.

"Really? That's very Alfor of him." Elara chuckled.

"Yes it is. I agreed but only because he said they'd be gentle with you and the baby." Zarkon said.

"Well I hope whatever they try works because I don't think I'll be able to physically push her out when the time comes. It's best that we get her out by surgery when it's time." Elara said.

"Surgery? Are you sure?" Zarkon asked, not liking the idea of a C-section while she's so physically fragile.

"Yes I'm sure, It's the safest way for her." Elara said, glancing at her round midsection.

"We'll just have to see what happens if you get better." Zarkon said.

"You're ri- oh! Ow... She's kicking like a lunatic in there!" Elara whined, this child was the definition of a tornado baby. Elara's only five months pregnant and the baby has not been making life easy for her at all.

Zarkon took it upon himself to talk it out with the child. Elara was significantly weaker now, her pain tolerance dropped tremendously and the kicks were excruciating. He then got face to fetus with her belly.

"Child, you need to quit this foolishness. You mother is sick, very sick, I know you can hear me. Let your mother sleep. That's an order little one. I mean it." Zarkon said sternly.

The fetus had the audacity to not kick for a good 15 seconds and then BAM! She decided bitch kick her father in the nose. Normally Elara would laugh at the sudden blow but now because of her deteriorating pain tolerance she was trying not to cry and quietly whined in pain.

"EVERY BLOODY TIME! CANT I CATCH A BREAK?!" Zarkon growled at Elara's rounded stomach.

He hissed at her baby bump until he noticed she was in tears from the pain of the baby's movement.

"I'm sorry, don't cry, you know I'm an idiot." Zarkon said and hugged her.

"I don't know how much more I can take. She's kicking so hard, she moves around so much and it hurts more than I thought it would, there's nothing anyone can do to ease the pain." She sniffled.

"I wish you weren't so ill. I really do. There's not much I can do to help you but I wish there was." Zarkon said sadly.

It was true that he wishes he could be more helpful. She was in pain, sick, and dealing with a high risk pregnancy that could potentially kill her in the end. She suffers severe headaches, muscle aches, and weakness. She was felt helpless. She doesn't think she'll make it out alive when it's time to get their daughter out, regardless of how she comes out.

Alfor hopes that the Altean doctors can help Ulaz ease Elara's suffering. The children were worried for their mother and unborn baby sister. All of Daibazaal knew of her condition and were concerned. The older adults dreaded the fact that they might outlive Elara when she's in her early thirties. Only time and patience can tell.