Silver Creek The witching hour

"My loves," She whispered softly as she curled herself on her side, exhausted and worn but ultimately happy. She waited until the children seemed settled, her eyes finally growing heavy even as she watched the two and the steady rise and fall of their chests. She couldn't have kept herself awake any longer and her dreams were of a happier life - one where Lasher got to see his children, growing proud of and free among his forest. 

The reality she was offered was one less perfect, but still, so real. She'd love her children enough for both of their parents, even if one was not present to offer the love she knew he would have given to his youngest and final children.