"Well, I plan on spending my time on the beach all weekend," Khaat said.
"Enjoy it while you can, my darling," Robert smiled.
"You don't think I will enjoy it this summer?" she asked.
"Perhaps early summer, yes. By late summer? No," he replied. "I doubt it."
"Most women don't have that sort of trouble with twins," Khaat said. "And I didn't have any trouble with Abbey."
"No, you didn't," Robert admitted, "But your health was poor all the way through it. We're not going there again. I think between the summer heat and the size your babies will be, I don't think you'll be wanting to go out on the beach by August...."
"Wait. Twins?" Michael asked. He scowled at Robert, anger in his eyes. Khaat knew what he was angry about. Her father had known there was more than one unborn child at stake when he had fired upon her and then had not gone looking for her when she hadn't turned up. He had told her he'd gone and "had it out" with her father. Now his anger was renewed and he was feeling very protective.
"Michael," Khaat said softly, "Would you be interested in a game of chess tonight?"
"Chess? You'll lose," he looked at her.
"Not likely," Khaat said.
"I'll give you 5 sickles on Khaat," Brian said.
"I'll ante in on that," Angus said.
"My money's on Michael," Robert laughed.