I hope you dance!

Rhyme smiled as Samara appreciated the flowers that he’d brought for her. He lived to make her smile, especially in these calm moments before the storm. She leaned into his kiss and he felt the excitement and anxiety flare up yet again as their eyes were brought to Poem’s quiet arrival. Though all he wanted to do was hold her through the ordeal Samara paced lightly, unable to remain still as her labor progressed. He nudged her hip lovingly as she seemed to freeze and realize it was time for the real work. Samara gave her warning and slipped into the entrance.

He was about to follow her inside when Theory arrived, her nervousness reflecting the general atmosphere around them. ”Hey,” he returned lovingly as she offered Theory a quick nuzzle to her cheek as she asked about his whereabouts during her and her sibling’s births. ”Yes, I helped welcome all of you into the world. It was a very long day. Poem and Motif were born early in the morning, and that same evening you joined them.” He tried not to think too heavily on Verse, Noir, or Darilnor. The last of which died before he took a breath, Rhyme couldn’t begin to imagine if the other two still held breath in their bodies.

He smiled at his daughters and finally followed after Samara, as she made herself comfortable Rhyme curled himself behind her.