"Yes, but how much time do I need? It's been over a year... oh, how I feel so awake on this glorious night," Yvaine turned to her side and admired the stars again. "Yvaine?" "Yes," Yvaine turned to her side to face Tristan. Tristan had a worried look on his face, almost as though he was trying very hard to comprehend something. "Tristan, what is it?" Yvaine asked, now worried herself, as Tristan stared at her stomach. "Your stomach," Tristan put his hand to it, "I saw it glow," Tristan looked up to Yvaine, but her face was expressionless................ "Do you think she's alright in there?" Tristan asked his mother worriedly. He was pacing up and down the hallway in front of their bedroom. "I'm sure she's fine Tristan, don't worry so much," Una replied in a calm voice. "Yes, but mother, it's hard not to worry. What it something's wrong with her? I would never be able to live a life without Yvaine. What am I supposed to do then?" Tristan rubbed his sore eyes as he never got a wink of sleep last night, worrying about Yvaine. Suddenly the doors of the bathroom opened and out stepped a maid followed by Yvaine.
