"Who could ever tire of the sound of you?" she said, shifting herself with a heavy groan to lie on her other side, hoping it would feel a little easier. "I doubt they'll hear you over my screams, anyway..." She already knew labour was going to be an ordeal. How could it not, with Ares' child? Eleven weeks to go and already the pain stopped her in her tracks sometimes. "Alan..." she began, her voice taking on a more serious note, as she took hold of his hands. "I've been putting off warning you, waiting for some time when you have less weight on your heart, but eleven weeks is going to pass in a heartbeat. I have to let you know; I've died in childbirth, several times, and I do not think this baby, of all the ones I've had, is going to go easy on me. You have to know... things could get very bad come March."