"I'm sorry... he said what?" Elara asked getting annoyed.

"His words exactly were 'one more wouldn't hurt.'" Zanthea said.

"It's like he wants to dig his own grave." Bellatrix sighed. The two girls felt their hearts stop when their mother turned to the doors

"M-Mom... where are you going?" Zanthea asked nervously, genuinely worried for her father's life.

"No worries girls. I just want to have a friendly little chat, now cover your ears please." Elara said. They two girl covered their ears without hesitation.

"Zarkon bring your problematic ass here now or so help me you won't live to see the next 24 vargas!!" Elara literally hollered down the long hall of the Galra Central Command Ship. Moments later the ten foot tall space turtle ran into the room.

"You called?" Zarkon hesitantly asked.

"Indeed." Elara said. The two princesses stood in silence. Zarkon felt of big a grain of salt at the moment.

"I'm going to tell you this straight up. I. Am. Not. Popping. Out. Any. More. Children." Elara said seriously.

"Just one?" Zarkon mumbled.

"No!" Elara growled.

"Why not? It'd be great for the girls." Zarkon whined.

"Don't get me wrong, I love kids alright? But right now is not the time, we're in the middle of a war. I don't want another kid anyway. It would be very irresponsible and you know that. Haggar, Honerva, whoever the hell she is will see me as well as the child as easy targets with a moment of hesitation. It's too much of a risk." Elara said seriously.

"Are you even able to have another child?" Zanthea asked.

"Well, I stopped aging at thirty one so yes it is possible, but I'm not willing to take such a risk. You should know better. You're really going to let baby fever kick your ass?" Elara asked folding her arms over her chest.

"Yes, yes I will." Zarkon huffed.

"Oh damn... with determination and sass like... our mother is screwed." Zanthea whispered to her sister.

"I know... better start coming up with names now..." Bellatrix sighed as she and her sister walked out of the room.

"I hate you so much right now..." Elara growled in annoyance.

"No you don't." Zarkon snickered as he walked out, patting her head in the process, Elara grabbed his and and squeezed, getting a pain, high pitched squeal out of him.

"Never. Touch. The. Hair."  Elara warmed and let go of him watching him run off. Deep down, she prayed that the baby fever would leave soon. She would literally ✨suffer✨