It's been three hours since Chris and the rest of the fighters and a couple of volunteers went to help Max fight and still no sight of them. I was feeling unsettled, and my stomach wasn't helping either, clenching and unclenching making me more nervous than I already was.
I was having a very bad feeling about this. I couldn't get out of my mind the thought of Max and Chris being hurt. I crossed my arms and ran my hands down my upper arms, trying to calm myself down. I was a total mess. I probably look like a crazy person who just escaped from the asylum.
"Luna, everything's going to be alright. Maximinus is a strong man." A cute wrinkled older woman smiled reassuringly at me as she put a hand on my stomach. "Does he know?" My stomach started to move, and I jumped slightly in surprise and looked at the woman with wide eyes.
How did she do that! I'm only seven weeks pregnant.
