I am Not My Own
07-16-2013, 12:34 PM
He still wasn't sure what exactly had happened with his wife or what had upset her in the first place, but he wasn't too concerned. What mattered now was that whatever had been upsetting her he had managed to shoo away from her, to bring her back to her normal self. It was something of a frightening feeling to know that something, that memory or whatever it had been, could upset his mate so much. He just hoped that none of those types of memories would be making appearances ever again. She couldn't be stressing out about things that were most likely not going to happen. It wasn't good for their children. As she began to regain her calm about her, he could feel his little ivory dove snuggle in close to him, which made him curl around her tighter. If he could've, he would've molded her body, babies and all, inside of him and kept her there until it was time for their pups to be born. But since he couldn't, this was the best that he was able to do for the time being. Ivory and obsidian ears rotated forward with attention as Song smiled at him, excited to meet their unborn children. You and I both my little dove. Salmon tongue slithered out from his cavernous jaws, fawning over his wife's muzzle in loving kisses. She was going to be the best mother their children would ever know. Talk like this |