Sun Mote Copse She Shall Be Saved in Childbearing

The grin that rose over his face brought one from her own. She laughed happily at his stammering surprise, tail swinging behind her. His pleasure made her glow, made her fly. His eyes moved to her stomach and she turned to look herself. "Nothing yet, but soon they will grow strong and large. Perhaps you will have a son to stand beside you and serve Molech, perhaps a daughter to watch flourish. Perhaps both." She was nearly giddy with the possibilities.

"Not terribly long. I've been ill. I thought at first it was just that, but it has stay for far longer than any sickness should. I feel differences in my body, soreness, pinches, that I haven't felt before. I can only guess that this is what it is. I was waiting a little while, to be sure. I should be around four weeks, give or take. From what I have learned, they will begin to move soon, so that I can feel." She was still beaming, she shook her head.

"It's hard to imagine that they're in there, really and truly alive, but I know that they are."