Like a flower waiting to bloom.
It is not just her exhaustion, and the gentle trace of the patterns on her back, that lull her to sleep. Ivar’s presence brings nothing but peace and he simply makes the puzzle complete. He is here, sharing this moment with her, instead of accusing her of disloyalty and abandon her. He allows her to enjoy her post birth haze, and it warms Kylin’s heart.
Like his words make her stomach flutter. Her hazel eyes find his, wide and surprised, only for her to glance down flustered. “The next one?” she manages to asks, her voice soft as she is suddenly shy like a girl who is being courted. The nip flusters her further, to the point a soft, pleased noise escapes past her pale lips, which are curled up into a smile. A smile that widens as Kylin watches Ivar reach down to touch their girl. Her lips find his curved crest, and press kiss along it. “For the next one” she mumbles agreeing.
His question makes her smile, and she would’ve laughed softly if she hadn’t been afraid of waking their baby girl. Her nose finds his shoulder, to nudge it playfully. “How can she not? We both do, and we’ll be there to teach her.” Kylin can already imagine the scene in her head, she only has to close her eyes. She sees herself standing on the beach, watching Ivar in the shallows, with Kypria not far from him. Just like her imaginary self, Kylin is smiling.
Her eyes slowly open again, and she has to blink them a couple of times before she can focus her gaze upon Ivar. Still smiling. “You can teach her, like you taught me.” It had been during his first visit to Ischia, the first time they’d met too. And a memory Kylin holds dear. “And, perhaps, watch the baby turtles hatch from their shells after.”
Kylin
@[Ivar]