"We all will be," Melpomene said, following his eyes down to her stomach, her hand, clad in those sharp, silver claws, resting lightly over the twists of dark fabric. "I've already told Calliope that if I die in the birth, Aphrodite is not to get her hands on him. So you don't have to worry about him disrupting your life." Yet, she added, silently. Disruption could come, in force, when he was older.