12-21-2016, 01:00 PM
There’s really, really no need to dwell on the getting here part. It hurt, it sucked, it was scary as hell, and I didn’t have a healer around to patch me up in case something went wrong. But I had my Rhory, and I...maybe sometimes I’m stronger than I give myself credit for. And my body was built for this. Countless women before me have done it, and countless ones after me will do it too. Hell, I’ve done it before, just not without backup by way of people who could fix anything I might fuck up.
Nothing went wrong.
It wasn’t as bad as the first time. Went faster, and there was only the one, thank god. And as the baby slipped out with a gush of fluids that was frankly pretty gross, all the awful bits faded away and light played around us in entrancing little auroras, welcoming our little one into the world. The birth sac broke in the process, revealing solid dark fur, the color of which wasn’t exactly distinguishable beneath the wet and the dark. Little moonbeam had picked a cold damn night to show up, so even if I don’t get up right away, give myself a minute to catch my breath, I still scoot over and pull our little bundle of gook and bodily fluids and twinkling light close and start cleaning it off.
Fuck, it’s a cute little thing, too. Flailed into an upright position right away, big blue eyes - its daddy’s summer sky blue eyes, oh, if that doesn’t melt my heart all by itself - wide with shock at the coooold and the sudden dramatic changes surrounding it. My light bathes its little body, shimmering in the air around us as I lick its sticky coat clean. Mousy grey that I’m guessing will shed to black, and when it’s clean it’s the softest thing I’ve ever felt. Nothing like a baby coat, and good thing, too, This one’s going to need it, coming as late in the year as it did.
Okay, okay, I can’t wait anymore.
She. Ohhh she’s a soft, squishy little moonbeam of a girl, shivering in the cold night air and squirming closer to my warmth. Ha. Just like your momma. But slowly, I get her cleaned off, and as she nestles up against me and nuzzles my shoulder, I look over at Rhory with a smile almost as soft as her fuzzy baby coat. “Come meet your daughter, honey.”
Nothing went wrong.
It wasn’t as bad as the first time. Went faster, and there was only the one, thank god. And as the baby slipped out with a gush of fluids that was frankly pretty gross, all the awful bits faded away and light played around us in entrancing little auroras, welcoming our little one into the world. The birth sac broke in the process, revealing solid dark fur, the color of which wasn’t exactly distinguishable beneath the wet and the dark. Little moonbeam had picked a cold damn night to show up, so even if I don’t get up right away, give myself a minute to catch my breath, I still scoot over and pull our little bundle of gook and bodily fluids and twinkling light close and start cleaning it off.
Fuck, it’s a cute little thing, too. Flailed into an upright position right away, big blue eyes - its daddy’s summer sky blue eyes, oh, if that doesn’t melt my heart all by itself - wide with shock at the coooold and the sudden dramatic changes surrounding it. My light bathes its little body, shimmering in the air around us as I lick its sticky coat clean. Mousy grey that I’m guessing will shed to black, and when it’s clean it’s the softest thing I’ve ever felt. Nothing like a baby coat, and good thing, too, This one’s going to need it, coming as late in the year as it did.
Okay, okay, I can’t wait anymore.
She. Ohhh she’s a soft, squishy little moonbeam of a girl, shivering in the cold night air and squirming closer to my warmth. Ha. Just like your momma. But slowly, I get her cleaned off, and as she nestles up against me and nuzzles my shoulder, I look over at Rhory with a smile almost as soft as her fuzzy baby coat. “Come meet your daughter, honey.”