The morning has come

Allen would almost immediately spring up at the first cry of his name. Allen... get up Allen!" He heard. The calico gentleman would immediately cast a worried look over his mate, forcing himself into a state of wakefulness. He would move to Nona’s side, licking her head as she took on the natural state of a mother giving birth. Instinct would be a strong guide for her now, the young man knew, and he would give a soft whine, noting how her body reacted to the contractions.

It would be a hard but worthwhile morning, for soon their children would be brought into this world. “What do you need, my beloved? Water? Herbs?” He would question. He wasn’t sure he was ready to play the part of a healer but for his mate he would try his best.