Rukshini and Lipoti, among others, gathered around Soma, their pure white hands delicately cradled Soma's belly.
Their expressions serene and filled with maternity, it was as if they could see the birth of the child.
Yet Soma's face suddenly darkened.
Boom!
In an instant, it was as if the thunder of Indra echoed in his ears, and struck by lightning, he froze on the spot.
"I'm having a child?!"
Soma looked down, his face crumpled, staring intently at his slightly bulging belly.
His mouth felt dry, opening and closing, trembling but unable to make a sound.
Indra's face bore a smile.
He opened his chest, extended his arms, and walked before the gods.
"A child is the continuation of a father's life, to see one's child is to see a second self!"
"To witness a child's growth is also to witness one's own growth!"
"Wife of the Moon God!"
"Take Soma and care for the pregnancy!"
"Witness the child's growth, and the father will grow too!"
Indra declared with a laugh.
