David had a college schedule this term where his classes were all on Mondays and Wednesdays. So he often spent time on Tuesdays or Thursdays reading. If he was not in the library, he was in the bakery, at a table by the window. That was when he saw Gorgo and her very fat belly. She must be having a child, he thought, though he hadn't seen many pregnant women, not here or in Midwich. Her thoughts, too, were clear and easy to read: happiness. He raised a hand as she looked in. It was a human expectation to greet those you knew.

The smile on Gorgo's face grew brighter, warmer as well, when she saw who it was that had waved to her. She waved back, entering and greeting David.

"Hello, little one. Are you fairing well?"

"I am reading for my Philosophy course," David said; his books were spread over the table and he started to move them. "Hello. Are you going to have a baby?"

She smiled even brighter because just the thought of having Maximus's child, theirs, filled her heart with love.

"Yes, I am to have a child. Very soon." Gorgo had not noticed that her hand was slowly caressing her growing belly. "Do you have any siblings, David?"

"No. And I am the only one left from the Colony," David said, his expression perhaps clouding for a moment. "Do you want to have a cupcake to feed the baby?"

"That would be wonderful, little one." Gorgo replied warmly. "You are very kind."

She took the seat across from David and all his books. "Have you had a cupcake already today?"

"Not yet," he said. "I have had milk. But I will get us cupcakes. Do you know what flavor you want?" This was, to David, a very important question.

"I am quite partial to the lemon cakes that my husband brings home," Gorgo told him with a smile. Such a little gentleman.

"I will ask if Peeta has lemon," David asked. Quote work and if he does I will bring one back." Perhaps he would try lemon too. He slid to standing and walked to the counter.

Gorgo watched the little boy with a fondness in her expression, smiling as he came back, wondering if this was to be the fate of their little one here in this place? It was, for Gorgo, a lovely thought. A place without war where their child shall have both mother and father.

"They had lemon," David told her as he carefully set the plates on the table. "It has cream cheese frosting." His own was vanilla with chocolate frosting. He sat again. "When is your baby going to be born?"

Gorgo then pulled the cupcake to her, smiling. "Thank you, child." Then, she touched her belly again. "Soon. In two months. Would you like to meet her then?"

Her.

This was Maximus's doing - so convinced was he that their child would be a girl.

"Little babies do not say hello," he said. "But I will say hello. You are sure the baby is a girl?"

Sonya was still on maternity leave, she would be for the next few weeks. Margaret and Ren (mostly Margaret) insisted that this would be the time for her to recover and get herself used to motherhood-they would be fine taking the kids.

To Sonya, this seemed all fine and dandy-only to her..taking it easy meant getting her ass back in gear.

She was just leaving the dojo for the day when she passed by Gorgo and the bakery, pausing to check through the window. She wasn't so hungry herself, but she knew she had to eat to recover.

"Afternoon." She herself wasn't looking too pristine, having spent a good hour or so training at the dojo.

Gorgo looked at her and smiled, giving a polite nod. "Good afternoon."

"Which is it? Sweet or savory?" Sonya motioned her head towards the bakery display. Gorgo couldn't have been too far along, but she knew pregnancy cravings usually took a mind of their own-or maybe that was just her.

She herself wasn't really looking for something sweet, but maybe a sausage roll would be okay-a loaf of bread for the family wouldn't be so bad either.

Gorgo looked from her to the display and then down to her burgeoning belly, smiling. "Tart, actually, now that I have seen what they offer."

Sonya felt herself smile.

"When I was pregnant, it was all over the place..sweet and sour like lemon, or sweet and spicy like ginger or maybe indian food-resulted in heartburn but damn if it wasn't worth it."

She actually felt a little hungry, looking at it all.

"How about we stop looking and step inside-if you don't think I'll stink up the place?"

Gorgo would not be so rude as to point out her state. Instead, she nodded and walked inside with a carriage that was inherent as queen. "I have little cravings which my husband would protest my saying," she told her, smile amused at the memory. "He was, after all, the one going out into the orchard to pluck plums from the trees."

Sonya wasn't so dense as to not realize her own state, but they did have a small bathroom on the premise and she'd cleaned up in worse conditions.

This place didn't have mutant mosquitoes either-not yet.

She pulled her hair from her pony tail and proceeded to straighten out her hair.

"My co-wife's an army nurse and both she and my husband already experienced two pregnancies themselves. They would get on my case if they felt I was craving sweets too much-like lemon cakes."

She stepped inside after her.

"A co-wife? You - share a husband?" This was not completely unheard of, even for Gorgo. She headed straight for the display case, looking in, already trying to choose.

It wasn't that she was ashamed of her family, far from it, but it was unconvention and sometimes Sonya still couldn't get over it.

"My husband's from a culture that encourages mulitple wives, but if a wife finds that she's being neglected then she's within her rights to take herself and her children and leave." Hence why an Anasazi male couldn't just take whichever wife and expect her to settle.

"Margaret and I were friends prior to the marriage and we did discuss things before hand-really I had no cause to say no. Tyr's a great husband and awesome with the kids." Even if his stoicism showed otherwise.

Sonya walked up to the display looking around. They did indeed have sausage rolls and Sonya tried really hard to not actually 'light up' at seeing the display.

It was more than Gorgo expected to find out, but she was nodding all the same. She understood that different people and different cultures have similar beliefs. She was not one to judge.

"I it pleases you, all of you, then that, I believe, is nothing but wonderful."

To a server, Gorgo pointed to some pastries to take home to Maximus and their family at the farm. Her own choices shall come last.

"It's a circus half the time..or an army squad-which half the time is all the same thing really." Unpredictable, crazy, full of controlled chaos.

She wouldn't trade it for anything.

Sonya herself ordered a sausage roll and a loaf of french bread for the family. The kids especially liked it because the hard crust felt good on their teeth.

She thought a moment and added a few more rolls for the Little Monsters and Margaret as well.

Even as she started to point to many different pastries, taking a bit too many for one small woman, Gorgo was smiling.

"It sounds like a loving family." Hers may not have been as such but it was theirs. It seemed to her that the farm had many a kind and quiet employees, from Xas to Jeremy, even Katniss, and circus or army they were not.

"I am sure you are proud." As she was with hers. "Maximus and I - our family," and she touched her belly again, "has only begun to grow."