I hope you dance!

Rhyme tried to keep his worries to himself, but he couldn’t help but remember when Theory was born and he’d lost his son before he’d even taken his first breath. He was already on edge from that experience but his mind often played with the possibility of worse happening. It was too much to handle most of the time, he couldn’t stomach the thought that something would happen to Samara. Any harm to her would be his fault.

He was gathering a bouquet for his laden love, some spring flowers to brighten the den and hopefully her day. He was nearly done when he heard her call and he didn’t doubt for a moment what was happening. Rhyme brought what flowers he’d been able to find towards the den, smiling through the flowers at Motif’s quick arrival. The relief he felt at seeing her so comfortable with Samara lifted his spirits further and he hid his worries away.

He offered Samara the flowers offhand, they were the least of her worries. Rhyme followed after Mo and offering Rara a kiss on her forehead. She seemed calm and prepared for the task ahead. ”The last leg of the race.” He spoke softly as he searched her bright blue eyes. ”I love you. You’ll do great.” Rhyme whispered to her then, offering his love and support.