"My father hadn't had a child in three thousand years. He has a right to be a bit sentimental. That and Apollo would have killed me as an infant to hurt my father." She grinned, feeling more alive than she had since she'd been sick. "My birth was a secret."
She placed a hand over Sam's and took a deep breath. "After he's born, the only way to raise the city is to be a god. Me. I have to do it. After Mother died, I closed it down. I left. Their Queen was gone and I wasn't ready to be that for them. I want my city back, Sam, but I want to be yours. With you."
Antigone didn't move out of his arms, she just twisted a little to look up at him. "I belong with you."