Nova was in Freya's chamber, sleeping on her lap, as she gently ruffled through his hair. She was still pregnant, even though one Celestial Year had passed. For divine beings like her, especially being one of the Supreme Gods, her pregnancy would last another Celestial Year, which was about another hundred trillion mortal years.
For a goddess like Freya, a hundred trillion years was nothing but a light nap. Nova stirred on her lap as she switched from playing with his hair to inspecting some of her creation. As she did that, she felt another kick, then a second, slightly different one, almost as if it had its own rhythm. Freya paused, a faint smile tugging at her lips.
"Interesting," she told herself, her hand brushing gently over her swollen belly.
The movements weren't chaotic, far from it. They were precise and concise, almost as if two distinct bodies were making themselves known. She felt one kick near her side, the other close to her center.
