Lion Head Mesa everybody loves you, baby [m]

The last two slipped quickly from their mother with strong bones and healthy forms. One resembling gold, one as deep as true obsidian. Two princesses to accompany his two princes. Rashepses felt his heart expand for his daughters. Never would they brace the title of Pharaoh, as was their mother’s right before them, but they had their parts to play in the kingdom to come. He plied twin heads with tender kisses as he had done for his sons, and laid spellbound with his wife, analyzing each little body intently as they nursed from her side. They were a miracle, a direct gift from Horus, and each child cooperated handsomely.

He scarcely acknowledged the presence of others in this room, but a fleeting nod was given to the Sesh as she rose. No prince could inherit the crown unless his birth had been witnessed, and it was Tavina who would formally attest to this.

“Heru mesut noufer (happy day of birth), children of Egypt,” he smiled serenely at his suckling brood, and took to grooming Toula’s forehead as she slept. He would not rest until he was assured all five were well.

“Ever ours,” he would whisper into blonde tresses. Ever mine.

He was all of them, and they were all of him.

There was no love like theirs.