Be gone weeds!

Siren felt like she was incapable without Dalila, especially now that her pregnancy was so intense and she was getting so huge. The Queen realized as she looked up to Dalila and made herself comfortable that there was no living without the woman. She had managed well enough after the reveal of her deception, after she had hurt the one she loved to severely. But Siren had almost lost her, and deep down she knew she didn’t deserve the mottled woman. She could say what she wanted but Siren had slashed her to the core. She hurt her, and Dalila deserved much more than what Siren gave her, even with all of little appreciation. She couldn’t turn back time, she couldn’t make things like they were. Siren never deserved Dal’s forgiveness.

Dalila leaned forward and kissed the top of her head, it was sweet and affectionate and everything that Siren wanted. Her life was so complicated now their love was so complicated now, and it was all her fault. She wanted to relax into the easy love that they shared, but it felt so far off. Dal tried to assure her, telling her she was special and she deserved to feel that way. Siren didn’t want to believe her, but even after everything she could believe Dalila’s words. She wouldn’t lie to her. Even when it had damaged their relationship the two women spoke in truths to each other.

"What do you think the future will look like?” She asked softly as she buried her features further into Dal’s fur as she asked her timid question. She pulled her strength from the lovely woman who always saw to her every need in every way. Siren still didn’t feel like she deserved such devotion and love. Siren pulled back slightly to find Dal’s bright eyes with her own, wanting desperately for her sweet lips.

"Siren Primrose Klein"