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─ 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐈

𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄

𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗥 𝗫 𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗔!𝗦𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

sequel to “take me into your arms, siren’s call”

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — talokan finally has their first heir.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — 18+ ONLY; MINORS DNI. pregnancy. pregnancy symptoms. brief mention of childbirth. implied smut. “black panther: wakanda forever” spoilers. namor as a dad is a warning of its own bc that man with a baby? rip ovaries.

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 —

⁀➷ "preciosa chichan" - precious child.

⁀➷ "ang bebe ko" - my baby (tagalog).

⁀➷ bebeko - "my baby" but in form of a nickname.

⁀➷ tita - aunt/auntie.

⁀➷ tito - uncle.

⁀➷ geriátrico - geriatric.

⁀➷ "opo" - the polite version of "yes" in tagalog.

⁀➷ puto - a filipino steamed rice cake (baby is not cursing no worries).

⁀➷ "in chan paalo" - my baby (maya).

⁀➷ anak - child.

꒰ ͜͡➸ 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆! 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒❜ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 & 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑! ♡

TALOKAN CAME TO LIFE when news broke that you and Namor were expecting.

Your pregnancy was a surprise, but certainly not unexpected. Namor was insatiable. For the first week of your marriage and you being crowned queen, the two of you were locked away in the cavern unable to take your hands off of each other. Even once your honeymoon period was over and you had to resume royal responsibilities, you still could not stop. Namora and Attuma learned too quickly to announce themselves loudly before they even neared the door.

Despite all of this, nothing took away from the very moment your pregnancy was confirmed. Namor was incredibly worried at first. You were unusually weak and tired, and never held down any food you consumed for very long. Eventually, you could not get out of bed and Namor finally had a healer see you. His worries were consoled when the news was confirmed – you were carrying his first child. The two of you sobbed in each other’s arms with pure joy. Every night up until you gave birth, your husband would coo to the little life in your stomach.

He was extremely protective, finding a threat in something as simple as a document in your hands. If he had it his way, you would not have worked at all during your pregnancy. Your work consisted of you reviewing documents regarding the finalization of the alliance with the Wakandans in bed. Still, Namor worried that you were straining yourself. But alas, you were queen of Talokan, and shirking from your duties was not an option no matter how pouty your husband got.

When the fatigue and nausea ceased, you were able to leisurely stroll through Talokan as recommended by your midwife for exercise. Interacting with your people always brought a smile to your face. Their warm attitudes and encouraging words as they affectionately rubbed your swollen belly eased every worry burdening you. The farmers at the market spoiled you rotten. Anything you were craving, they delivered. They also offered you any and all foods that were good for the baby. There was no doubt in your mind that your child was loved even before they were born.

When the time came to give birth, you had your child in the water – just as their father had been delivered. Namor was by your side the entire time, chanting encouraging words into your ear and soothingly stroking your hair. He was your rock, keeping you grounded and stable in moments of fear, but there was no denying the shakiness of his hand as it clenched around yours. Thanks to your midwife, your birth was a stress free experience. When your baby’s loud cry rang through the ocean, everyone and everything around you rejoiced. After the umbilical cord was cut, your baby girl was nestled to your chest, her father’s nose nuzzling her full head of hair.

You and Namor named her Malaya – A tribute to your Filipino roots. Her name meant free, as she would always be free in the ocean, never having to worry about the struggles her father and late grandmother faced when he was born. Like her parents, your Malaya could breathe both underwater and on the surface. She had her daddy’s big brown eyes and full onyx locks but resembled you in all aspects of her personality. Just like you, she was one of the only people that could make Namor beam so hard his face hurt and laugh until he cried. The unwavering God-like king was wrapped around his infant’s chubby finger.

─

Your chambers were silent save for the sweet sounds of baby coos. Malaya slept soundly on your chest, wiggling her toes and fingers every so often. You could not keep your eyes off of her. Your daughter was the most beautiful form of life you have ever laid your eyes on with those full cheeks and the honeyed eyes of her father. She was angelic, ethereal, and all yours – a vision created in the image of you and Namor’s love.

Namor mindfully laid himself down next to you, careful as to not to disturb you and your newborn. He presses his body right against yours, delicately kissing your lips before diverting his attention to your bundle of joy. With a touch featherier than the wings flanking his ankles, he runs his finger up and down the apple of Malaya’s cheek. The princess cracks a gummy smile, delighted by the warmth of her father. Namor smiles back, blinking away tears as he silently thanks every deity that made having someone so precious possible.

“She looks just like you,”

You gaze at him affectionately, eyes tired, but never too tired for him.

“Those eyes are definitely yours though.”

For a moment he says nothing, just stares at you with those sparkly orbs.

“Thank you,” He whispers, his voice breaking as he finally allows the tears to build up before falling down to caress his cheeks. “Thank you for all that you have given me. For this brilliant life I get to live.”

You shook your head, cupping his face in your hands and pressing your forehead to his.

“Thank you,” You affirmed. “I had no one before I met you. Now I have this.”

He laid his lips upon yours once more. His kisses were filled with passion and a million ways to describe his love for you. A cry caused you both to pull apart.

“Aw, ang bebe ko,” You sang. “What is it?”

“My turn,” Namor claimed adorably, rolling over and patting his bare chest.

With a playful roll of your eyes, you transferred your baby from your chest to his. Malaya, now slowly awakening, squirmed around atop her father. Her tiny hands gripped his shoulders as she gummed away at his shoulders and pecks.

“I do not have what you are looking for, little one,”

“And just because of that, I’ll always be her favorite.”

Namor side eyed you.

“She is going to be a daddy’s girl. I will make sure of it.”

Malaya grunted, her little face reddening and brows furrowing with concentration. You smirked before closing your eyes, rolling over and comfortably positioning yourself for sleep.

“Well then, you can start now by changing her first diaper.”

─

Talokan was hustling and bustling, preparing for the new princess’s first outing.

You and Namor had done your best to keep her shielded and protected for her first months of life. Selfishly, both of you wanted your daughter all to yourselves before having to share her with the world. Though she would age as slowly as you and her father, she would only remain youthful at heart for so long. You and Namor agreed to cherish all of those moments.

But now, at the tender age of eight months, it was time for her people to meet her. For her to see all of the faces of those who adore her and prayed hard for her very existence. She needed to experience the warmth of Talokan culture and witness its beauty. Her nation was more than ready for her.

“She is beautiful, in reina, K’uk’ulkan.” A merchant woman complimented, tucking a flower behind your daughter’s ear. She gave her thanks in form of a gummy smile.

“Thank you, Itzel,” You thanked, grinning from ear to ear.

“Thank you, my child. She is also a handful—” Namor began, but his sentence was interrupted by shoving the flower she had just been given in his face with a loud shriek. “Just like her mother.”

“All of her un-cute qualities come from me, apparently.” You groaned, sprightly sweeping Namor from beneath his knees with your tail.

Itzel giggled behind her fingertips as she witnessed you and your husband’s banter unfold before her. Talokan was still used to seeing their God in such a lighthearted setting. Though foreign, the shift in energy was welcomed nonetheless. Malaya cackled wildly, you following suit.

“I should have asked for a soulmate with legs. You are too arrogant with that tail.”

“I have legs, geriátrico.” You countered. “I could say the same for you and your little wings. How do you even fly with those things? They literally defy the rules of physics. They’re tiny, and you’re—”

As you and Namor’s marital quarrel escalated, Malaya spotted a shiver of sharks not too far away from where you stood. She quietly gasped in awe, eyes wide with fascination. Excitement filled her little body as she identified a couple of pups swimming closely by their mothers’ sides. The eight month old tittered joyfully. Your daughter twisted and turned in your arms restlessly. By the time she drew you and Namor’s attention away from your tit for tat, she was already out of your arms.

“Malaya!” You yelped, panic rushing through your veins. “She has never swam on her own before, we have to—”

“In reina,” Itzel interjected, her tone calm and collected. “Look.”

Just as you were about to rip Namor a new one for not acting, you turned your attention towards your daughter. The sight before you amazed you. There she was – at just eight months of age – swimming expertly with the shiver of sharks. They were especially gentle with her, nudging her softly with their snouts whenever she floated away from them. The pups circled her excitedly, their little fins wagging the way a dog’s tail would. Your daughter shrieked and clapped, laughing so hard that her entire body shook.

The little godling was one with her kingdom.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you bit back the urge to sob. Namor smiled, pulled you into his arms from behind and kissed the top of your head.

“Our daughter is one of the seas, my love. There is nothing to worry about.” Namor whispered.

“She’s amazing,” You breathed. The tears could no longer be held back. “Look at her.”

“I am looking.” He assured, equally as amazed at his greatest creation. “That she gets from you.”

─

“Bebeko!” You called. “Come here, let's pick your snack for today!”

The pitter pattering of tiny feet echoed through the walls of the cavern as soon as the word ‘snack’ escaped your lips. Malaya came toddling in at the speed of light, falling over her feet right in front of you.

“Oh!”

Before you could even help her up, she was standing right back on her feet with a wide smile on her face. You scoffed to yourself. Anything for food.

“What do you want today, Laya? Do you want…your favorite?” You teased.

“Opo! Opo!” She cheered.

“What do you say?” You encouraged.

She stared up at you with puppy eyes and pouty lips.

“Can I have puto please, mama?”

A shatter sounded off from the other room followed by the quick flutter of wings. Your husband stood at the entrance of the kitchen with a look of shock and dismay.

“What are you teaching in chan paalo’?” Namor spat. “What did she just ask for and why did she ask for it in that—that…colonizer language.”

You roared with laughter, doubling over on the floor when your stomach began to ache and your knees buckled from beneath you.

His brows furrowed as he stared at you angrily.

“Nothing about this is entertaining to me, my love. She is a child. Children do not speak that way, let alone Talokanil children, and you as her mother should not be—”

“Tell your father what puto is, anak.”

“I do not want to hear any more of this nonsense—”

“Rice cake from mommy’s home!”

For once, Namor had nothing to say. He cleared his throat, simply standing there and watching his girls laugh behind off. Finally, he cracked a smile.

“Do not speak like that in front of me again.” He warned playfully.

“Whatever.” You mumbled. “More puto for us.”

─

“I have to go, my love,” Namor cooed, bouncing Malaya in his arms as he peppered kisses all over her chubby cheeks.

Your two year old grunted in protest, instantly sending her father into a fit of laughter.

“You and mama get to play with the manta rays while I am gone, does that not sound fun?”

Before your disgruntled toddler could vocalize her disapproval once more, Namora and Attuma appeared, kneeling before you before entering your chambers.

“K’uk’ulkan, they are ready for you.” Namora informed.

“’Mora! ‘Mora!” Malaya shrieked exuberantly, wiggling out of her father’s grip, stout arms outstretched towards her aunt.

Your second in command and cousin in law looked to you for approval.

“Namora, you’re her tita. You don’t have to keep asking us if you can hold her.” You giggled.

“Do not tell me that, I will never give her back.” She teased, taking your daughter into her arms and kissing her forehead. “Preciosa chichan. Tita’s name was your first word, wasn’t it?”

“No, it certainly was not.” Namor defensively interjected quicker than the speed of light.

“He is right,” Attuma joined in, lending Malaya one of his large fingers to grip and gnaw on. “Her first word was ‘Tito Tuma’, was it not?”

“’Tuma!” Malaya giggled, managing to draw a hint of a smile from the warrior.

“Her first word was ‘mama’, but I’ll let you all have your moment.” You muttered, preparing her midday snack.

Namor glared at you playfully.

“Although I would love nothing more than to settle this score with you, wife, I must meet with the council. Laya, can dada have a kiss goodbye?”

Malaya turned her head angrily, a frown etched on her cherubic face as she buried her face in the crook of Namora’s neck. Namor mirrored his daughter’s expression.

“You cannot hide from me forever, little one.”

That opened up the floodgates. Malaya’s bottom lip trembled as her big doe eyes welled up with tears. Tiny whimpers escaped her lips as a tantrum began to slowly build. She fisted her aunt’s shirt in her hands, the latter quietly humming to her soothingly.

“We could go with you,” You suggested, feeling bad that the two had to be separated. Namor had spent every second with you and your daughter when he wasn’t occupied. Malaya was not used to her dad being away from her in the slightest. “I have a snack ready for her, that should keep her quiet. Plus, it’s been a while since I’ve sat in on a meeting.”

“My love, you are a mother. The council understands your absence.”

He contemplated for a moment, but in all truthfulness, he already knew his answer. There was no bypassing those wide weepy and angelic face. In addition, there was no changing your mind. While your words had been phrased as a suggestion, Namor knew that you were going to that meeting no matter what he said. You loved your people and took your queenly responsibilities extremely seriously.

Sighing, Namor approached his grumpy offspring, standing behind his cousin and bending down to her level.

“Princess,” He whispered gently. At the sound of her father’s soothing voice, she finally peeked out from her godmother’s neck. She gazed at him like he hung up the moon and stars as he squished her face in between his two hands. All was forgiven. “You are coming with me and mama, okay? Can you behave?”

She nodded eagerly, scrubbing her tears away.

“Opo,” She responded cutely.

Malaya wiggled herself back into her father’s embrace, placing a sloppy kiss on his bearded cheek. Namor roared with laughter, pressing his forehead against hers. You, Namora, and Attuma quietly watched as the two had their moment. Your heart soared as your husband whispered words of affirmation to your little one, the godling playing with the jewels around his neck as she basked in his affection.

In a matter of time, Malaya was dressed and ready to go, securely strapped to your chest in a baby holder created for as a courtesy from Princess Shuri. There was nothing that could soothe the awkwardness between two nations like a baby. Although she was a strong swimmer on her own, you were a mother and could not be faulted for taking safety precautions. Your little one studied your surroundings with wonder as the five of you swam through the sea to the central palace, reaching out to pet any sea creatures that passed by.

Spirits were lifted when the council laid their eyes on the beloved Princess of Talokan. Not a word was spoken when Malaya’s mischievous behavior periodically interrupted the procession of the council meeting. You tried your best to keep her occupied and busy, lightly bobbing her up and down on your tail as she played with a pink light up starfish plush from your throne right next to Namor. He too did his best to concentrate on the new information being relayed to you both but could not resist turning to your baby to coo at her or make silly faces at her. No one minded. In fact, they were thankful that they could witness that side of their king.

You were to thank for it all.

How Okoye was looking at Attuma after he places another shark on her doorstep as a courting gift.

May I request  “you’re so warm.” “i hear you, but we really need to get up, love.” for the holiday celebration?

Side note: I’m new to your blog and I’m loving everything!

pairing: namor x queen!reader

warnings: eighteen+ content, they married so established relationship, mentions of trying to conceive, teasing, sexy fluff.

note: i had to rework the second line to fit more namor, i hope you don’t mind, lovey <3 but writing softness with this man makes me swoon for real.

translations: In yakunaj (my love), ko’olelo’ tortuosa (tortuous woman).

Biologically you know the logic of ocean creatures being cold blooded. The deeper you travel down the colder the temperature, the more the water feels like ice constricting your passages and tearing into your skin like knives. It’s why you can’t leave this cavern and visit his city without gearing up.

But Namor seems to defy all logic. All things you thought you knew about the world and what was biologically capable and taught in a textbook or lab. One of the many defying qualities of his: his warmth. The temperature of his body never wavering whether he was on the surface or in the depths of the sea.

It’s a warmth you love waking up to—pressed to your back or flush against your cheek as you cuddle into his chest.

His heat at your back feels better than any blanket that could possibly be woven. The heat engulfing you like a furnace, the cave a stinging cold contrast to the warmth his body provides in the bed; on your skin, lulling your limbs to stay close to him, to stay in bed.

“You’re so warm.” You hum, sleep still clinging to you, still wanting to be had. Your voice soft and groggy.

His smile presses into your cheek when he wraps his forearm more securely around you, pulling you closer, and pressing the softest kiss to your cheek. “Yes, I know.” He mumbles against your skin as he leaves a trail of kisses from your cheek, jawline, below it, and to the beginnings of your neck. “But we must get up. Our people are going to think all we do is lay with each other, doing nothing productive. It does not look good.”

“Didn’t Namora tell us to stay in bed until we have secured an heir?”

“Yes, In yakunaj. But–”

“Who are we to not listen to her demands? She is our people correct? Your second hand–your–” he cuts you off with his mouth. His lips capture yours in a silencing kiss, maneuvering your frame so he’s now lying chest to chest with you.

“I have pumped you full for days, In yakunaj. It will take. We must do other duties.” His thumb rubs along your jaw, amusement in the up turn of his lips.

“What’s one more try?” You know you’re playing dirty, know that the two of you really should stretch and do something other than bask in each other's warmth. But that can come later, right now you want to drown in the feel of his chest on top of yours, and his cock between your thighs. So you push your hips up and let them drag along his quickly hardening cock. The soft groan he lets out feeling like a victory. “K’uk’ulkan,” you moan against his mouth as you roll your hips once more—for good measure.

“Who knew I married such a ko'olelo' tortuosa,” he growls as he slots himself between your thighs and presses his mouth to yours; hard, teeth nipping at your bottom lip.

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Series

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒆𝒕

MTLs

𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒎 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 [𝚜]

𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒔/𝒂𝒔𝒔/𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒔 [𝚜]

𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 [𝚊?]

𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑩𝑫𝑺𝑴 [𝚜]

𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒔/𝒐 [𝚜]

𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓/𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 [𝚜]

OT8

𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 [𝚜]

𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔/𝒐 [𝚏]

𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒔 [?]

𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒖𝒎 𝒐𝒏/𝒊𝒏 [𝚜]

𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒉𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒅 [𝚜]

Hongjoong

𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒋𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 [𝚏][𝚜]

Seonghwa

𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒘𝒂 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 [𝚜] [𝚏]

Yunho

𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒐 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 [𝚏][𝚜]

Yeosang

𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚 [𝚜][𝚏]

San

𝒔𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 [𝚏] [𝚜]

Mingi

𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 [𝚜][𝚏]

Wooyoung

𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆 #𝟏 [𝚜]

𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒔 [𝚜]

𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 [𝚏] [𝚜]

Jongho

𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒆 [𝚜]

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Heads Under Water Masterlist

Summary: All your life, you were afraid of the water. How you had found yourself drowning at a young age—only to be saved by a man living in the waters. Little did you know of the past you shared with the man whose name struck fear upon your family’s town and around the world. Characters: K'uk'ulkan/Namor x Atlantean Descendant! Filipino! Female Reader Warnings: Smut. Death. Blood. Mention of Wars. Possible Dark elements. Mentions of Thalassophobia. Specific warnings to be added to each parts.

Chronological Chapters

Intro

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

Part Thirteen

Part Fourteen

Part Fifteen

Part Sixteen

Part Seventeen

Part Eighteen

Part Nineteen

Part Twenty

Part Twenty One

Part Twenty Two

Part Twenty Three

Part Twenty Four

Part Twenty Five

Part Twenty Six

Part Twenty Seven

Part Twenty Eight

Part Twenty Nine

One Shots / Blurbs / Imagines

Water Under The Bridge

More Than A Woman, Less of A God

love the trope where an authoritative side character pointedly pretends not to help the hero they’re not supposed to be helping by saying shit like “well I can’t just let you wander around up to the THIRD FLOOR where you could just FIND THE THING YOU NEED in the FIRST ROOM ON THE LEFT. And under no circumstances should you USE THE KEY FROM UNDER THE MAT. I wish I could help you, but I CAN’T. Now excuse me, I need to take this phone call for the next 37 minutes EXACTLY.”