Swiftcurrent Creek truly a hot mom, other moms are doing their squats wrong

3am phone post never doin that bullshit again

she was least of all prepared for house guests, milk lit and midmost of a tremendous tantrum, but the little junebug didn’t know she was creating such a rumpus on account of the “deaf as a post” thing.

her fussing commanded a doting touch, plus her favorite areola (some kids have security blankets, Tiercel had a security tit). her poor mother had concieved The cluster-feeding virtuoso, and there were no brakes on this trai—

wait a minute. subtle, heavy-footed vibrations in the soil reverberated against her belly. intuition bidding her not to become a part of Yogi bear’s pic-a-nic basket caused her body to brace up, rendering her insantly still and quiet.

didn’t last too long. five seconds tops. despite all effort—better yet, against instinct’s diligent behest, a teensy tremelo mewl, one meant to solicit mother’s nearness, broke the illusion to whatever loomed outside that the den wasn’t a stocked pantry.

gg. ya blew it, bear vittles.