| It seemed eccentric and almost like a dream to be speaking of their child that was on the way when Porcia mentions what their child would look like. Rome cannot help but think thoughtfully what their little one would look and be like. There was not really anything he could pinpoint his new daughter or son to be—the world shapes and molds you into something entirely, something you never thought you might be or become. “Well,” he says when they find each other’s gaze, “I know they will be beautiful and have your looks.” The boy cannot help but mention her beauty. It was one of the many things Rome has come to love about the black appaloosa mare. She mentions his paws, and he lets out a soft laugh as she leans into him. “My mother was very surprised when I was born, especially my little paws. She was so in love with them, and perhaps liked them more than I do.” Rome holds her against him, her warmness was welcoming and soothing against the growing winds that came from the ocean. He cannot help but picture his little boy or girl now. The picture is of a combination of them, somehow a newborn foal with little paws and the spotted blanket of hers. Rome cannot help by wonder what sort of magic the world will mix and bring out into them. He knows his mother had never expected a little cub to come from her womb. There certainly were expectations when you were a parenting, or expecting something from the world, but the world could always surprise in a way. “Do you think we will be good parents, Porcia?” He asks, feel a little uncertain unexpectedly at the thought. Would they be able to give their child the things it needed? Could he be a good father and role-model to their new boy or girl? Rome had never thought what it would be like to care for someone else than himself. It had been simple with Porica. She had become his family instantly when they first had met, but raising a child and teaching them was entirely different. |
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