Autumn and winter passed, though we were safely back at Greensage for them. Spring came and with it, a surprise I honestly thought would never happen. And it scared me. I avoided everybody for two weeks until my father finally caught up with me.
“Daughter of mine, is something wrong?” he asked as he settled beside me on the grassy knoll. “Even Elthinor hasn’t seen you much.”
I muttered something and placed my head in my hands. My father stared at me intently for a few minutes.
“You’re pregnant,” he finally said.
I jerked my head up. “How did you know that?” I demanded.
“You’re acting like your mother did when she got pregnant with you and Nolan,” Elyosius said with a laugh. “Let me guess and surprise you even more. You don’t think you’ll be a fit mother, you’re not ready for a child, and you’re scared out of your mind because it’s going to happen anyway.”
I nodded. “It’s horrible. How can I raise a child? And will the child be Elf or Human? Or some combination of both? What will Elthinor think? What will my friend think? What do I do?”
“Do you really want my advice?” I nodded. “Tell them. Especially Elthinor. They’ll be thrilled and they probably will even help you raise the child.”
“How about now? They sent me to find you. They’re talking about clearing the Oidynhall library in the Satyr’s pavilion.”
I took a deep breath and nodded. “Being pregnant is horrible,” I said.
“Not yet, but I’m nauseated all the time.”
“My deepest condolences.”
We walked to the pavilion and slipped inside. Everybody turned to look at me. Elthinor looked thrilled, hurrying up and grabbing my hand.
“There you are! Here, this is our plan.”
I listened quietly. They planned to start in the summer. I swallowed and glanced at my father. He nodded encouragingly.
“I can go, but I can’t work,” I said tersely.
Elthinor looked shocked. “Why not, Fily? You love working the mines! How is this any different?”
“It’s not,” I said. “But I have a slight problem.”
“What?” Valtrak asked.
I swallowed and guided Elthinor’s hand up to rest against the area just below my navel. He stared for a few seconds then comprehension flooded his face.
“Oh Fily!” he cried. “Are you really?”
I nodded, keeping my eyes on the ground. He scooped me up and twirled me around.
“Oh I hope it’s a girl!” he exclaimed.
“You’re pregnant?” Gabrithon asked, a little slow on what I had meant by that action.
“Yes,” I said bitterly.
Everybody stopped celebrating.
“Filynora?” Elthinor asked. “Don’t you want a daughter? Or a son?”
“I don’t know!” I snapped. “I hate being a girl again, that much I do know!”
“But Filynora, this is joyous news,” Pinnathir said softly, taking my hand. “Why are you unhappy?”
I asked my questions again, rephrasing a little.
Jaiden snickered. “You’re worried about what we think? We’re happy for you! Pinnathir is right. This is wonderful news. Only you seem to be down about it.”
“As for how you raise a child,” Vincentia said, pulling the growing Nora closer. “I’d say start with one day at a time.”
I smiled. “I suppose you’re all right.”
Elthinor got a tray and held it out to me. It was some kind of sweet bread. The smell hit me and I gasped, turning and sprinting out of the tent to heave up what little breakfast I had eaten. Elthinor looked guilty as I came back in. The offending food was gone.
“Sorry, Fily,” he said apologetically.
“I’m going to have to get used to that,” I said weakly.
“Now, we obviously can’t do it within the next year, but how about next summer?” Valtrak said.
“Sounds good. Right Fily?”
“Right,” I said, going to stand by him.
He held my hand. “I love you Filynora,” he said seriously.
“I love you, too,” I replied happily.