New Arrival

Glad you could join us for the next delayed episode of Elliot’s Adventures. If you’re new here, you can catch up by returning to the beginning, and reading really fast…

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Image credit: Jose Amorin / O. Gargominy / Anthony Quek / S.T. Ranscht

“Ohh… help me!” Cassandra writhed on the mat, panting, sweat seeping from her forehead to drip with her tears onto the floor.

Arturo moved the cup from Elliot’s lips. “Do you need me over there?”

Miranda looked from the baby in her arms to the Princess, and turned back to place the infant next to the Prince. “No, Ambassador. The Prince needs you here. Clark? Are you all right?”

Clark peeked over Elliot’s shell. “Yes, Mama. Uncle Elliot needs me here, too.”

Elliot’s tentacles shook as he reached to pull his daughter close. His face ashen from blood loss, his voice was dry and shriveled. “Please…” he asked the midwife, “help her…”

Miranda’s shoulders lost their tension as she examined Princess Cassandra. She stroked Cassandra’s head.

The Prince’s throat squeezed out the question, “What’s… wrong?” his eyes flickering from his wife to the midwife and back, pressing their newborn daughter a little too tightly against his chest.

Releasing a mighty sigh, Miranda turned to Prince Elliot. Her smile confused him.

“Nothing’s wrong,” she assured them both, “the Princess just isn’t finished. You’re having twins!”

She turned back to her patient as a hulking dark shape charged through the door and slammed her to the ground.

To be continued. . .

Previously, on Elliot’s Adventures ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Next time . . .

Author: Sue Ranscht

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