What if this is all the Love I'll Ever Show

She was wrapped up in her babies, they had cried their little hearts out, taken their first feast, and fallen asleep curled up at her side. She still hadn’t become accustomed to the sight, the image of these little tiny forms curled tightly to her stomach. She wrapped herself around them, keeping them warm. Of course, her den was also fairly well insulated, with Epitaphs help. The man had made many useful suggestions before her pregnancy, and had helped her get everything in order.

The Sheepskin rug beneath herself and the babies was one Rhyme had gifted to her, and the babies snuggled deeply into the plush fur. She was exhausted after the days events, and had fallen easily to sleep, with the sound of very slight snoring from one of her little ones. Bliss, this was what it meant.

She didn’t wake again until the feel of warmth began to envelope her from behind, and she turned her head into Rhyme’s warm coat. “Mmm” she said, sleepy, happy. Then, still half asleep, she gently picked up a baby at deposited it in the space between herself and Rhyme, grabbing her second and repeating the motion. With the babies between them, she curled into him as much as she was able to without squishing them. One of the babies partly woke and began to nuzzle into Rhyme’s coat, searching for milk to suckle. It began to suckle on Rhyme’s fur, before falling back asleep, mouth still enclosed about her father's fur. Shaye’s chuckle as rich and warm as she nuzzled her head into Rhyme’s neck.