#Chapter 489 – Time Grows Short

Five and a Half Months Later Ella There’s a strange atmosphere in the palace today and I admit that I don’t quite no how to feel, because everything is half dread and half excited anticipation. At least, that’s how it is for everyone else. For me? For me it’s just a great deal of discomfort. “Ella,” Cora scolds as I try to bend over and pick up one of Rafe’s socks from the floor. “Let me do that –“ “I can do it!” I gasp, reaching for it – But then I stumble and almost fall over, and Cora catches me by the shoulders. “Enough!” she snaps, shaking her head at me. “Back to the nest! Stop getting out of it! You’re six full months pregnant, Ella – full term! For heaven’s sake, if you fall over I’m scared you’ll split like a watermelon and just spill the baby out.” “That might be better,” I mutter, glaring at the errant sock and doing as my sister says, heading back for my bed. “This baby is big, and I’m not precisely looking forward to pushing her out.” “Well, what did you expect,”