The Sunspire into her, i have no control at all

*creaks*

it catches her off guard enough that her kneading stops.  there is a light that fills her eyes, and slowly she sinks down next to him.  it reminds her, in a way, of mato.  each time she'd been proposed to, there was a pregnant silence, a pause, and then an outpour of love.

i would like that, she says quietly, rolling over to press the top of her head to his chin.  and i love you, too.  we're pretty good at this whole parenthood thing, you know?  their children were angels.  they were lucky.