"Yes, it is. Sorry." Uriel smiled apologetically. "I guess you'll just have to be patient, brother dear. You're free to try whenever it's kicking, though. Or even when it is."

Her smile faltered a bit, though. As much as she liked the fact that Loki was comfortable enough with her to actually feel her stomach, she couldn't help but wish that Pestilence had been there, too. He should have been the first one to feel it, to try to find the kicks of their baby, and --

No. Pestilence had given up all rights to her and her baby when he'd left her. Loki, however, was there now. She might not have a lover to share her news with, but she had a brother, and she was happy about that.

...Even if the brother himself still refused to admit the fact that they were indeed siblings.