I am Not My Own
07-09-2013, 11:08 PM
If she was coming to wake him, obviously it was because it was something important. Usually if she wanted to talk to him and he was asleep, she would simply curl up beside him and wait until he woke up in his own, but this morning it seemed she could not wait. His ivory forepaw was raised rubbing at his eyes to try and wake himself up more when Song spoke up. Oh, my love, you're going to be a father. His paw froze mid air, mismatched gems blowing impossibly wide. Had he heard that right? Fa-Father? Did you just say I'm going to a..father? He stumbled over his over his words, unable to believe what he'd just heard. A father?! He was going to be a father! And Song was going to be a mother! They were going to be parents! Cherokee sat before Song, a stupid shocked expression taking hold of his dark fa?ade. Father. Children. A family. His own family. Holy crap. Talk like this |