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Tears drizzled his face, dropped down onto their joined paws. Gently he lowered himself over her womb where his incipient children slept. The king twined his arms into his wife’s soft sides and lavished her belly with ardent kisses.

“Hi, my little loves,” he murmured and held back astonished tears. His eyes drifted close, unable to see or listen beyond the warm curved body of his mate. “Do you hear me? It’s– your father.”

Nothing beyond the steady rising and falling of Toula’s breaths called, but in that moment Rashepses felt the deathless strength of Amun-Ra pulsate beneath their hands. In Pharaoh's womb rode the gods who would change the earth.

Rashepses knew that along with their mother they would become the center of his world.

Mother– his wife had never glowed with more allure. As if in a dream he moved his lips to her fur. “I love you so much, Toula– gods, how much I love you.”