Four.
Gracie leaned her head back against the towel behind her head, starring at the ceiling. She had fallen back into an old habit. Whenever she had been stressed, needed to clear her mind or just felt sad and depressed, she had soaked in the bath.
So, here she found herself, soaking in her awesomely huge bathtub. Hot, steamy water covered her to her shoulders while bubbles popped around her. She wasn't sad or depressed. She wasn't even stressed. But she did need to wrap her mind around the fact that in five short months she would be a mother. Of four.
Of course she had thought of maybe a little Arax running around. Just thinking of Arax holding a little bundle made her smile. Watching him grow, take his first steps. Watching Arax suffer through his first diaper change while she stood
