shelter to my soul { birthing thread

Compared to the first birth she'd witnessed this one had been so much easier, Wren was obviously going to still be exhausted. Rhythm would be thankful for no complications. She and Bass would take on the duty of giving them their first wash and setting them to their mother's belly. She wouldn't miss the look in her brother's eyes, the pride that he showed. It really was a magical moment, but as her eyes shifted back to Wren's exhausted form any thoughts of being a mother were whisked away. If by some miracle she would suddenly become a male she would certainly make a family, but birth was not on her bucket list.

She wouldn't catch the words he whispered to his wife, but she would not try either. She would offer them the privacy she deserved and she would hide away the jealousy she felt rise. Even through everything Wren had just been through Rhythm would feel a longing. It was odd and misplaced but all the same she craved what Wren had in her brother. The pure look of love that he offered the exhausted woman was almost enough to make Rhythm cry. However, she had much more important thoughts to focus on.

"Yes, she'll need to get as much sleep as she can. Thankfully the little guys wont move too much the first couple of days." She'd smile proudly at her brother, five babies and every one of them was perfectly healthy. She was astounded still at the difference in outcomes, and she knew it was visible on her face. The sadness that had come from their own sister... Rhythm's ears would fall to her head the amount of emotions she was experiencing was almost enough to rush her from the den. SHe'd look away for a moment, collecting herself before turning back to Bass and his question. "I think that's beautiful, Bass." A genuine smile on her features. These would be the babies she would help raise, and she was truly excited for that.