Patience

Admittedly the child had been taken in on a whim, as a temporary sort of situation until something better could be decided on. But it was clear to both of them that there was no 'something better' as Arian truly thrived within their own tight-knit family. As a second daughter, she brought a whole new dynamic to their trio - which was now a quartet. He admired her spunk and tenacity, and her ability to remain strong despite all she had gone through in her life. In a way, she reminded Maverick of himself as a child. He had always been chipper and optimistic despite the horrors he had seen and known.

She would murmur on about Arian, soft words that would receive a bubbling purr of approval. Words weren't always necessary, and he knew that his wife felt the same. She went on to talk about wanting him more now that their time was limited, and a familiar warmth in his nether regions burned hot and strong. "I know the feeling," he would say with a chuckle. He had long since dreamed about or recalled the moments that had brought the children to life in their mother's womb. "I agree," he smirked, leaning in closer to ensure that only she could hear. "We didn't exactly plan for the three - now four - that we have," Epiphron hadn't even been in heat when their intimacy had occurred, but it seemed whatever divine beings there may be had preordained their children to come into the their lives regardless of whether or not the parents were prepared.


"Speech,"