Cora, continued.

Cora stretched and groaned, then rubbed her belly. She wasn't ready to be awake, but the baby had decided otherwise. She snuggled nearer to Bash and he rubbed his hands across her belly. Then she sneezed; there was a feather tickling across her nose and she groaned again.

"There's a feather in my face," she murmured into the bare chest beside her and smiled at the feeling of fingers against her arm.

"Cora, my love?" she felt against her ear and groaned in response. "Did you have the dream again where you can fly?"

"Mhmm... why?"

"Because, my darling, you've sprouted wings."