Silvertip Mountain However long you stay is all that I am

The labour in her breathing was apparent to him, as close as they were. She wriggled and jiggled so delicately that Mason felt a tug on his heart-strings. This little being was clearly struggling so much more than he was. He felt selfish – as though he had somehow stolen the lion’s share of the good genes, and his sister had been left with the scraps. Little did he know at this point, that he would probably continue to feel this way as they grew older and she continued to develop more slowly than him.

For now all he could do was squeeze her ever-so-gently, his soft leather pads pressed against her body, and coo unnoticed soft words into her ear.