Stone Circle Den-Making

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Ezekiel couldn't stop thinking about his future kids. Who would they be? What would they look? Would they look like their Manchester forebears, or Apaatas. He didn't know Valette's family, so he wasn't sure what genes might get passed on from them, but he was excited to find out. Whatever they looked like, and acted like, he knew he would love him. He felt as if they completed him, he was just worried that he might screw them up somehow. What if they turned out sad, and unhappy with their lives like he had been? 

He just couldn't think that way, besides, it was probably just nerves. Either way, that thought only spurred him to be a better dad, to be ready for them to arrive. That day he was going to check on Valette, to make sure she was doing alright as usual. When he came to find her, she was walking in the direction of her den, moss and other soft things clenched between her teeth. He sped up to trot by her side, and reached over to take some of the stuff from her. Here I got some of that for you. He said, hoping to lighten her load.