"Wow! You weren't joking, dear sisters. He really knocked up both of you at the same time!"
An absolutely beautiful woman with short ash-grey hair placed a palm against the small bulge of Ophelia's stomach, barely able to contain her excitement before doing the same to Esme, who was seated nearby.
"How far along are you?"
"About three months now," Esme replied.
"Wow! So it won't be much longer now!?"
Ophelia laughed.
"I see you're as enthusiastic as always, Jaeneva."
"Well, of course I am! Business has been booming, as you can hear, and now you've returned with such wonderful news!"
Ophelia sighed.
"We would've come earlier, but we had the difficult job of finding a certain pair of troublemakers first."
She glanced toward another pair of beautiful women who looked rather uncomfortable, and not merely because they were quite literally kneeling before their other four sisters.
The pair were more than a little battered and bruised.
"Veyra. Miranda."
