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"See?" I whispered to Acacia. "They're getting along."

She sighed softly. "That's one less thing to worry about."

The next few days were a flurry of activity. Acacia and I put the finishing touches on the nursery. The midwives gathered supplies and shared knowledge.

One evening, as the sun set in hues of amber and gold, Acacia and I sat on the balcony overlooking the forest.

"It's beautiful," she said, gazing at the horizon.

"Not as beautiful as you," I replied.

She laughed gently. "Ever the charmer."

I took her hand. "How are you feeling?"

"A bit tired, but content."

I looked into her eyes. "You know I'm here for you, whatever you need."

"I know," she said softly. "You've been my strength."

"And you've been my inspiration."

She rested her head against me. "I'm glad we're on this journey together."

"Me too."

The tranquility of the moment settled around us. I felt a deep peace, a connection that went beyond words.

Suddenly, Acacia shifted uncomfortably. A slight frown creased her forehead.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

She paused. "Just a twinge. Probably nothing."

I watched her closely. "Tell me if it happens again."

She nodded. "I will."

We decided to turn in for the night. As we prepared for bed, I noticed she seemed restless.

"Can't sleep?" I asked.

She sighed. "I feel uneasy."

"Do you want me to get Kira or Elowen?"

"Not yet. Let's wait and see."

I lay beside her, listening to her breathing. Time slipped by, the silence filled with unspoken concerns.

Suddenly, she gasped quietly.

"What is it?" I sat up, alert.

She looked at me, eyes wide. "Thornix, I think it's starting."

My heart skipped a beat. "Are you sure?"