Banking on a dream

Saracyn couldn't help but smile back at Avacyn when she squeezed his paw and expressed how much she wanted to meet them. Seeing the shift in her demeanor around their unborn children had lightened his worried heart. So long as Ava believed just as strongly as he did in this design by fate, then he knew nothing could go wrong. "I can't wait to meet them either," he agreed. Nuzzles and little affections were shared, but before too long he felt Ava's body stiffen up and knew something was wrong. He looked back to her just in time to see his twin go running off to a nearby bush and heard her vomiting. He cringed, a mixture of sympathy and uncertainty, but not disgust. He knew about faes getting sick during pregnancy so this was nothing new to him. It was simply a side effect of Avacyn's body growing their perfect family.

She returned to him after cleaning her mouth out with an apologetic look which Sara dismissed immediately with a crooked smirk showing he understood. With how sex positive the Mendacium family was, nothing of this was new or out of the ordinary for them. How many times had they seen their own mother suffer morning sickness after her and their father had their fun? Saracyn walked over to join Avacyn by the water and nuzzled her shoulder with a bump of his head. "Sounds wonderful, my soul mate. Let's go lay down. You could probably use a nap anyway." Sara stayed by Ava's side all the way back to their den, offering his shoulder to lean on if she needed his support, but also knowing how capable she was to handle herself.

"Avacyn & Saracyn"