Not really. I never learned how to count them by touch. Mostly I'm going by how swollen her breasts are. She doesn't mind my hand being on or around her nipples, but she tenses up when my fingers get too low, where the babies sit inside her.
[The milk she was starting to produce and the extra weight was probably irritating enough that a light rub probably felt relaxing, anyway.]
What I mean is, my world doesn't have any gods. You are a god of your world and even if your world doesn't always have one around, it still has them. There have never been any gods in my world. The closest I think anyone in my world gets to that are the spirits. And even the most powerful are far from being gods.
[At least in terms of what he understood of gods. Which, admittedly, was not much.]
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Not really. I never learned how to count them by touch. Mostly I'm going by how swollen her breasts are. She doesn't mind my hand being on or around her nipples, but she tenses up when my fingers get too low, where the babies sit inside her.
[The milk she was starting to produce and the extra weight was probably irritating enough that a light rub probably felt relaxing, anyway.]
What I mean is, my world doesn't have any gods. You are a god of your world and even if your world doesn't always have one around, it still has them. There have never been any gods in my world. The closest I think anyone in my world gets to that are the spirits. And even the most powerful are far from being gods.
[At least in terms of what he understood of gods. Which, admittedly, was not much.]