Day Twenty-five

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Prompt: next generation

Ship: Jaya

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A quiet whimper brings Nya back to consciousness. Groaning and turning over, she comes face to face with her two year old son.

"Zack?"

"Fweel icky," Zack coughs.

Sitting up, Nya picks him up and places him on her lap. He snuggles into her and holds his blue ninja plushie tighter to his chest. Nya pecks his forehead.

"Should we get you some water?"

Zack nods and raises his arms.

Nya carries him downstairs and into the kitchen. Sitting him on the counter, she grabs his cup and pours a little bit of water into it, handing it to him. He drinks it and reaches for her again. Picking him up, he rests his head on her shoulder and falls asleep.

"Hey kitten."

Nya's head snaps up. Jay's stood in the doorway, concern reflecting in his eyes. Nya smiles.

"He's not well."

"He had you up at two huh?"

She nods again. Walking behind her, he gently places both of his hands on her stomach.

"It's going to happen twice as often in seven months."

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