Serendipitously, the barn that Jasmine had spotted had two empty stalls. Jasmine, barely holding it together at this point, set up her mule in one. She then went into the other with Bry. Bry was a year now, going off the initial three months Jasmine estimated to be her age during the coup. As such, the girl was more energetic and difficult to control. But she could always be soothed by nursing from her mama.
Jasmine removed her soaked gown and laid on the floor. She held Bry to one of her enormous breasts. Bry eagerly latched on and suckled. Jasmine barely had time to breathe before she was hit with a contraction again. The urge to push was overwhelming. Jasmine didn't resist it.
After that felt like hours of pushing but was really only minutes, an immense pain unlike any other ripped through Jasmine. She screamed as something came out of her womanhood. A baby's cry sounded in the barn. Jasmine sat up and picked up her newborn son. To her surprise, not only did he have a full head of black hair, but he had her eyes. His ears and nose came from Lord Lake, however. The amulet truly did make Lord Lake his own son with Jasmine, down to inheriting features from her.
For a while now, Jasmine had been planning on keeping Bry as a daughter after she returned to being Jasper. But she had planned on dropping off the former Lord Lake at an orphanage. Now, however, with him clearly someone new and her hormones surging, Jasmine felt maternal towards him.
"I will name you Santelroy," Jasmine whispered to him. "But you will go by San until I am back on the throne and you are Crown Prince." She smiled, part of her tickled to have given birth to her own Heir.
Jasmine cut San's umbilical cord, delivered the afterbirth (though she didn't recognize it as such) and, once she had caught her breath, got up. She hobbled around, grabbing a bucket full of water that had been left out in the rain and ripping a strip of fabric from her gown to use as a rag to clean herself and San. She also checked on her mule, which seemed happy to be out of the rain.
With a sigh of relief and completely exhausted, Jasmine returned to the stall she had given birth in. Still fully nude, she laid down, bringing both her son and daughter to her breasts to feed. The three drifted off to sleep.