Sing of Secret Sorrow

Belle asked, so she told. "I'll never be able to bear him children. Seeing the happiness in Luce and Bourbon...the utter joy and pride in Sirius and Zee..." The small wolf shook her head, brows furrowing. She looked towards Deathbelle, tears in her eyes. "I want that so much." Her stomach did that familiar, sickening clench as she felt the pain of her inability.

Sniffling, Iolaire raised one foreleg to wipe away a trail of tears that had snaked its way down one cheek. "He says that he doesn't care if we can't have children, but I know, if we were able, he would want them. He's said as much." Again she shook her head. "It's just eating me up inside, Belle. I should be happy. Everyone around me is happy. All of the babies are healthy and gorgeous..."

"I'm sorry," She sniffled a bit. "Sorry to lay this all on you. I don't have anyone else that I trust enough to share this with." There was Roan, sure, but as a man, there was only so much that he'd be able to understand. After being stuck in the rain with Zee, she was feeling quite sour towards the woman. They didn't connect on an emotional level anyway, so that left her out. Her mother... she wouldn't understand. Aunt Meadow had been MIA, but even if she hadn't, the woman was too optimistic for such a topic. Belle had been her first choice. Though they were no longer together, she loved and trusted the woman.