Larksong Grotto Forever 21

HELLO. TODAY IS BIG DAY. COME BE BIRTHED.@Hiram is only allowed inside because he is healer and jhala worships him too much to chase him away. @Tapat

Today was the day. Though Jhala had no idea today was the day, she was rudely awakened by a sickening lurch in her insides. She let out a low whine at first, sort of an 'oompf' to show that she was most certainly discomforted. She nosed Reek when the pain stopped, letting him know that the children hated her and were seeking revenge right now at this very moment. He urged her to calm down, though she was fully ready to go waddle off somewhere and smack these kids into shape. He explained to her what happened, and by the time she had calmed down another twisty feeling in her gut began, and this time her cries were not mere whines-- they were howls. 

"I don't like this," Jhala said, "I don't like this at all, Reek." Over and over she reminded him that this was terrible, and that this was surely not what Raas wanted. But in her heart she knew that it wasn't, because Raas didn't exist. This was proof of that. No God would let his children suffer, he wouldn't put his followers through that. That was all the proof she ever needed, religion was stupid, no God loved her.

It took a long while, but through much crying and whines of discomfort and pain, eventually a little, gray sack slipped onto the floor. Reek had coached her through what to do earlier. She licked at it reluctantly, confused and weak. It burst, and a slimy little puppy laid where the weird sack had been. 

"Come here," she said, her tone changing drastically, nosing at the thing quietly. It was a girl, tiny and gray but Jhala immediately imagined that she would have a dark back like she did. Without waiting for a word from Reek, she looked at him and said, "Wesleigh."

But Wesleigh didn't move-- in fact she didn't even whine, or cry, or breathe. She just laid there, and thought Jhala tried her damnedest to move her closer so she could eat, she wouldn't eat. Jhala looked desperately to her husband, confused, uncertain. "Why... why is... what is going on?" she fumbled out, her breathing heavy and uneven as tears threatened to shake her entire body. She knew what happened, she wanted desperately for Reek to tell her otherwise, but it didn't happen. She knew it wouldn't happen.

Through shaky breathes, she felt another terrible sensation, repeating the entire process. This time it was less chatty, as Jhala refused to say anything. She didn't move the small child from her side, but when the second came she did not name it right away. It was white, and was the same size as Wesleigh was. It was a boy, lively and loud just as he should be. When she moved him closer to her he suckled, and she let out a soft sigh, a smile twitching at the corner of her lips. This was nice-- nicer than she'd expected. It would've been even nicer if she'd been done, but another contraction rippled through her.

"God. Dammit," she growled, but worked her way through. She occasionally nosed at the little beings at her side, making sure that the white one moved and double-checking to see if Wesleigh had any sort of movement. She never did. When the third came out, he was a beast of a child. He was dark and fat and bulky and wiggled like there was no tomorrow. Had Jhala's mother been there, she'd have comment how similarly the two looked as babies, but she wasn't, so Jhala made no connection between their resemblance. 

She let out a soft sigh, eventually feeling that this was it. No more, it was okay. She looked to Reek with a desperate look in her eyes, soon glancing down and staring at the children around her stomach. She didn't say anything to him, but despite the maternal pride  she was feeling, she felt that this was the worst thing to ever happen. Jhala did not do children, she was not a mother... or maybe she was, now anyway, but she wasn't meant to be a mother.

She stared at the wiggly potatoes for some time, and if Reek tried once to stick his nose anywhere near them she'd make it very clear she didn't want him there. She wasn't afraid he would hurt her children, as most women were, she was afraid he'd take Wesleigh away. She didn't want her gone just yet.