The night the next blueprint arrived, the Gulf of Thailand was perfectly calm. The wild monsoon storms that had defined Cha-Cha’s birth a few years prior were absent, replaced instead by a warm, steady coastal breeze that rattled the bamboo chimes on the veranda. The sea was a deep, silent obsidian under a canopy of bright tropical stars.Inside the bedroom, the calm was shattered by the rhythmic, sharp gasp of labor.Babe sat on the edge of the teak bed, her upper body leaning heavily against Queen’s chest. Her oversized vintage t-shirt was soaked with sweat, her long hair clinging to her forehead in dark, damp strands. Her innocent face was pale, tight with the intense pain of a contraction, but her dark eyes were wide, flashing with that unyielding, stubborn pride that defined her very spirit."Don't... don't look at the stopwatch, Queen," Babe choked out, her fingers fisting violently into the fabric of Queen’s linen shirt. "If you tell me the contraction frequency data one more t
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