could you not? {{ birthing
09-27-2015, 11:13 PM
Starling was so intent on that belly, on making sure that everything was alright that he barely noticed Harmony come up untill he heard her voice speaking to him. He tilted his head slightly, giving her a glance with a small smile before he motioned to his bundle. He had chosen Motherwort and Trillum cause he knew they worked, and that it was better for his mother to have less pain than...this. He hoped they'd work soon, he didn't like hearing this. But he compartmentalized these feelings, focusing on his task. When Harmony asked if he had done this before he'd smile softly. "This is my third." He said softly, lifting his gaze to Harmony and smiling softly. He wouldn't let the joy flood him too much, no, he'd revisit these words, feeling that happiness from her encouragement and praise. But now was not the time. Harmony would speak, calming his mother as Bass switched to Italian. A gentle smile would touch his lips, nodding slightly before he lifted his eyes up to his father, catching his gaze. "Stai facendo bene" He said softly to both of his parents, hoping to calm both of their anxieties. "Questo รจ tutto, la madre. Respirare, lento e costante. Basta respirare e rilassarsi e lasciare che le erbe funzionano. I vostri piccoli bambini stanno arrivando, mamma... presto, basta respirare..." He whispered in his soft, soothing voice, moving to run his chin against her thigh in what he hoped would be a soothing way. He needed her calm, and not to fight the process. Everything would be okay once the initial fear was over, she just had to breathe...
"Talk" | "Italian" |
