All My Lovin'
07-20-2013, 01:21 PM
He was being paranoid and he knew it. But he couldn't help it. He cared far too much about his wife to allow himself to be complacent at such a time in their life. She was in the most delicate state that she could ever be in her life and Cherokee couldn't stand to let anything happen to her. She and their growing children were far to precious to him. But he couldn't worry forever. It was just no way to properly live. Maybe once the children were born he would be able to relax some, but until then he would probably be wound this tight for a while. I'm just glad you worry enough for the both of us! An infectious giggle bubbled from her pearly lips and an unconscious smile curled Cherokee's own inky lips. All this worrying and fretting and being serious couldn't last long for the obsidian man. Not when he had Song as his wife. She was just always so happy that he couldn't help but be the same around her. As long as you don't stress yourself out little dove, then I will gladly worry continuously enough for you. Mismatched gaze slowly cracked open, falling on their surroundings, simply observing as Song commented on how they hadn't picked any names yet. That is very true. Did you have any mind yet? Oh the baby names. How would they know which ones to pick? They didn't even know how many they were having or even what gender they were going to be! Ah, the wonders of pregnancies. Talk like this |