Dear Baby

Both parents would eagerly let their thoughts turn to the joy of a son in their lives, so certain was motif that shai seemed to hold no doubts that his mate would be correct in her assumption. As the gold eyes of motif stayed on shai's form she would fins amused in him at the thought of another "sha" running loose around them. No doubt if they kept it up they could be a family of tongue twisters with motif being the odd one out. As motif continued to speak, shai wouldn't commit to any single idea motif offered and it seemed the pair would wait until the birth to do the naming.

Motif would privately play with a few ideas in her head, through nothing shouted out at her enough to speak her mind. "I don't doubt it either " she would offer to shai's gentle acknowledgment of their sons perfection. "I can't wait to meet him, and if he loved us even half as much as shaye does I will know we will be a happy family" she whispered, snuggling her nose into shai's coat.