I feigned sleep while I listened to Marc and Dr. Murry converse.“She’s stable and the baby’s fine,” Dr. Murry assured Marc.  “She’s more exhausted than anything.  I can’t imagine how much energy she used fighting off those monsters while strapped down and at the same time telepathically communicating with you.”“Not just communicating,” Marc said with pride.  “She manipulated my body.”“Amazing,” the doctor said with a slow whistle.  “I’d heard about such things, but never met anyone who could do it.”“She’s Lyron,” Marc said in a hushed tone.“She’s one of the last,” he gasped.  “It’s no wonder they want her.”“You must tell no one,” he ordered.“Of course not,” Dr. Murry said.  “Does she know who she is?”&

We didn’t have the paternal test done on the child in my womb, but we did get an ultrasound and found out the sex of the baby.  We were having a boy.  With the birth so close, I felt the urgency of preparing for our son’s arrival and started making a list of what we’d need.One of the advantages of Marc’s wealth was the ability to hire a personal shopper because I didn’t feel up to going out.  When I mentioned this little perk to Roger when he telephoned to check on me, he went into a fit of temper, insisting that he be allowed to act as personal shopper for the baby’s things.  Marc overnighted a credit card to him and laughingly told him to have a good time. All he asked was that the clothing be blue and not pink.  Roger delighted in the way Marc was coming around with his sense of humor and made certain that we knew it.When I saw the large cube van slowly making its way up the long drive to the lodge, I sm