You Are Loved

*Anais* · 12-23-2015, 10:06 PM

Walk | Talk | Think

In her sleep, Anais squirmed. Comfort seemed to be a thing of the past, kept out of reach by the growth her pregnancy had created and barred further by the occasional twinge of pain from within. The pain had only been a precursor to the birthing so far, discomfort rather than agony, but the previous day had been different. She felt it, sensed it, knew in some innate way that soon, very soon, her birthing would begin. It had kept her up late, well after the time Glacier had drifted off into slumber, but had quieted eventually to let her join him. In the early hours of the morning however, before the skies had even begun to brighten along the eastern edge to herald in the day, they returned. And with a vengeance.

The expression on her sleeping face pinched, a breath eased out of her nose as she shifted again to try and create some comfort, but it did nothing. Her drowsy golden eyes fluttered open, stared into the darkness of her den as her senses finally woke up with her to try and desperately place what was wrong. It hurt, goodness it did, but did anything feel wrong? No, not wrong, she thought at last as she breathed, shocked when it dawned on her. Right on track. It's starting.

Her stomach gave a fluttery flip as her nerves began to flare up, and she had to force herself to begin taking in easy and measured breaths. Calm, stay calm. You can do this, she told herself, taking a moment as she sat up to simply come to terms with the fact before turning to glance at her mate. It was a wonder how he slept at all with her tossing and turning, but she needed him awake, now more than ever. "Glacier," she whispered, raising a forepaw to nudge his massive shoulder. No way was she going to wake him in that quiet tone. "Glacier," she repeated, more loudly and with another nudge as a new anxiousness crept into her voice, "It's starting." The first of the contractions had arrived.

Art by Arin

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