Conceived under the moon
Tonya throws her hands into the air, “I refuse. You are too tired, your winded. I’m not saying you’re out of shape, but you’re definitely pregnant. You’re gonna hurt yourself in that baby!”
If the stress in her voice isn’t enough, she stands up in storms off.
Jolene rubs her belly and whispers, “What am I going to do? She’s right, how am I going to defeat the queen when I’m pregnant?”
She giggles, and then continues to whisper to herself, “Here I am talking as if the baby is going to respond.”
She doesn’t get the response that she was jokingly looking for, but instead she feels something timing brushing up against her cheek. She looks down and she sees her plant.