He glanced down at her. "Is that a complaint?"
She thought about it. "...No. Not really."
He almost smiled.
She yawned again, a huge, jaw-cracking yawn that made her whole face scrunch up. Her hand moved to rest on her stomach, rubbing slow circles over the rounded bump.
"Tomorrow," she murmured, her eyes fluttering. "Tomorrow I finally get to meet the little one."
He said nothing, just walked.
"I wonder who they will look like." Her voice was getting sleepier. "I hope they take after you. You have those pretty features. Ethereal, almost. If they look like you, they will be beautiful."
His steps faltered slightly. He did not know what to say to that.
"Either way," she continued, her words slowing, "they will have amazing genes. You are a prince. I am... me. That has to count for something."
She fell asleep mid-thought, her body going limp against him, her breathing evening out into soft, rhythmic puffs.
Uriel looked down when he heard her snore.
