The bad kind of anticipation

It was a short wait, but he didn’t mind having a little patience. Leaning against his wife and Queen as he waited for his Princess to arrive. He could feel Zee’s anxiety, thrumbing gently beneath her skin. Despite the occasions where he had seen a dark side of his daughter, he still believed the best in her. He loved her with all his heart, but he did not think that love was blind. She would see, and understand, that children were a good thing. She did not like others holding the name, but these were full blooded Fatalis children, as a part of the family as any kids Asla herself might bare one day.

As Asla appeared, his wife spoke first, her voice gentle and understanding. The voice of reason to the kids, as she always was, well Sirius swayed between protective and possessive. He let Zee continue to speak, knowing he was more likely to bungle the introduction. He trusted Zee to find the right words with Asla, his little star-gazing warrior.

Sirius leaned forward as Zee continued her speech, aiming to land a kiss on Asla’s cheek. “I know that you can handle the responsibility, and have the strength to fight for this pack and do what's right by it. Do you feel ready?” he said, his simple, honest belief in his daughter clear in those words.