Flashback ( PDFDrive )

THIRTY-SEVEN
LABOR IS GOOD NEWS, RIGHT?” Fitz asked, glancing between Sophie
and Edaline. “That’s what’s supposed to happen?”
“Not yet,” Sophie said, counting off the weeks in her head.
She didn’t know the exact number, but she knew they were still way
off from what Silveny had estimated for her due date.
Unless Silveny had been wrong—which was possible.
It wasn’t like Silveny had ever had a baby before, or had any alicorn
friends to tell her what to expect. And the elves had never cared for a
pregnant alicorn either, so the whole thing could’ve been a
miscalculation.
But Silveny’s eyes locked with Sophie’s again, and the panic that
flooded Sophie’s head was so real and sharp it felt like daggers.
Baby early. Baby early, Silveny transmitted.
Sophie swallowed hard. “She says it’s too soon. I don’t know how
she knows, but she seems pretty sure.”
Greyfell unleashed a terrified whinny.
“Then we’re going to need Vika’s help,” Edaline told her. “And
we’re not going to be able to take Silveny to her.”
Sophie jumped to her feet. “I’ll bring Vika here.”
Grady pulled out his pathfinder, spinning the crystal. “I don’t think
I have Sterling Gables on this.”
“That’s fine—I’ve been there before. I can teleport.”