Two Eyes Cenote Shieldtail

Her dreamy eyes trail Inji as she turns about the room, lips bending with the furtive smile of all she knew to be true.

“... murmuring, in my sleep,” she explains away, and resists the compulsion to run a hand over her belly, just to feel again. When would she show? When would they stir? If she pressed her nose close, would she hear a heartbeat?

The coy had spent time around pregnant women, but could have never imagined it for herself. Soon she would need to explain it to the people of Muat-riya. Soon would come time to send word to Pharaoh about her condition. But for now, Eset curves into a blissful stretch, allowing all the excitement of possibility to fill her.

“You are up early,” she whispers to Inji, “I’ll help you,” and she near prances out of bed to join the fellahin.