Arabella reached down slowly and took the sleeping Marcus into her arms. She smiled broadly, "They make beautiful babies..." She rocked him and giggled a little, "I can tell that this sweet heart is indeed a prince. There is no denying it."

Anastasia laughed, "We are quite up tight it seems," She rested her head against Samsul shoulder, "I think we need to relax a little. Millie and Arabella would run straight to us if anything were to go wrong. And I'm almost positive that nothing will go wrong," She smiled, "Besides, they'll be with us in a few hours to get fed anyways."

She looked up at Samsul and kissed him, "Imagining how we are going to be when they are running all over the palace."