Zarkon's overprotective attitude was getting worse as Elara got farther along, he'd snap at anyone, he may or may not have already maimed Razor around three times for calling Elara a beach ball big enough for mammoths, the fact that Razor was still alive defies all science, it's just illogical, because the entire royal family hate him with a passion, ready to attack at any moment, even Venus was ready to maul him. Elara was nine months pregnant and was due in two months and she was already so over it. Thankfully for Zarkon, when her mood swings hit, she doesn't get angry, she cries, a lot. Elara doesn't know what she thinks the unborn baby boy's name should be but Zarkon already had an idea. Right now, she was in bed ranting about the fact that Razor called her fat again today before she tail whipped him in the face, Zarkon kinda didn't notice she had tears in her eyes as he poked her belly over and over again until she asked one typical pregnant lady question.

"Am I really that hideous and fat?" She asked, the tears threatening to spill down.

"What? No you're not ugly or fat. It's called being a mother." Zarkon said, behind closed doors he was kind of a therapist and a cuddle bug.

"Are you sure, I mean, I've popped out three kids, now it'll be four, my worst enemy has yet to emerge." Elara scoffed.

"And that would be?" Zarkon said.

"Stretch marks..." Elara shuddered.

"What about them?" Zarkon asked, continuously poking her bump to see the baby boy kick, it was easier to see the baby kick since Elara would wear a casual tank top that hugged her bump because her usual royal clothes no longer fit her bump at all.

"Come on Zarkon, I'll never physically look the same again." Elara said, frowning sadly.

"Elara come on, you won't be pregnant forever, even if you don't go back to being as slim as you were before, I wouldn't care. You'll still be beautiful." Zarkon said. Elara started staring up, once again.

"You mean it?" Elara sniffled.

"I do, besides, we have two more months until baby Kaltor pops out." Zarkon said.

"Koltor? Where'd you get that name from." Elara asked, chuckling a little.

"I wanted to name Lotor, Koltor, but of course, Bitchnerva didn't like it." Zarkon huffed.

"Koltor as in the Galran conqueror?" Elara asked.

"Yes, not good history, but it's strong and intimidating." Zarkon said.

"That's true, it's strong and Koltor was an asshole a long, long time ago, I like it." Elara said.

"He just needs a bassinet, and then we'll be completely ready." Zarkon sighed.

"I already took care of that, didn't you see the bassinet in the corner at the corner of the bed?" Elara asked. Zarkon looked at the far corner of the bed and saw a purple and black bassinet.

"How'd you get it so quickly?" Zarkon asked.

"Sendak knows how to make a lot more than weapons." Elara said.

"Really? That son of a gun is quite the craftsman." Zarkon snickered.

"Hey, that son of a gun has the same parents as me, your wife." Elara chuckled.

"At least you're civilized." Zarkon said.

"You have a good point." Elara sighed.

"Of course I do." Zarkon said, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

"Stop grinning like that, I'm tired and it'll give me and the baby nightmares." Elara said as she turned to her left side.

"Rude." Zarkon pouted.

"Thanks." She said.

"I wanted to cuddle..." Zarkon mumbled.

"Fine..." Elara huffed. Zarkon immediately but carefully hugged her bumped only to be kicked in the eyeball making him growl.

"Well damn child!"

Le fancy bassinet-