I am Not My Own

*Song* · 07-09-2013, 11:56 PM

Song watched as Cherokee slowly slid into wakefulness, his head slowly rose as a yawn took over his face. She couldn't help but to think fondly of him, his adorable smile and wonderful presence. She always felt safe and comfortable around him, he was one she could completely be herself around. She had a rough time figuring out who she was supposed to be. For the first two years of her life she couldn't comprehend. There were always lessons to attend to, always learning how to run the pack. Now though, she knew she could feel herself becoming... herself. She wasn't an alpha in training, she was Song; the wife of Cherokee and a healer of Ludicael.
His gentle words interrupted her scattered thoughts, and her heart started fluttering at his kiss. She was able to find his sleepy gaze, her excitement too intense to feel the pull of rest. He was so tired in comparison, she smiled because it was time to wake him up. She licked his nose and voiced, "Oh, my love, you're going to be a father."

"talking"

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