Hushed Willows tall tales, telltales

There wasn’t much to do now except luxuriate in the simple wonders of motherhood and wifehood. As much as the woman was inclined to stress over what might be or what could have been, once she deemed her and the babies to be safe, she allowed herself to relax in the safety of Elysium. Both she and Seabreeze and every medic and skilled nursemaid in the area had looked over the three boys and deemed them to be in full health, if not a little small, but that was likely because of the genes of their sire and dam than caused by any incident of their birth. Olive was grateful; so grateful.

Olive was at least somewhat aware of Ariel’s desire to be a mother not only in name, but also in body, and at times they would play make-believe and she would place the puppies at Ariel’s belly so that Ariel might be able to fee what it was like to nurse their young — but the cubs, so young and innocent and not knowing what the trio of mothers was trying to achieve, easily figured out the ruse and would always protest and cry when they realized there was no chance of milk happening at this particular belly. Sheepishly she would always taken them back, and allow her two wives extremely close as they nursed and breathed and lived.

Olive pressed her nose against the velveteen belly of Sundance, who snoozed away, sodden with milk and completely drunken by it. All was silent and watchful when Lily entered, carrying a gift. She was delighted to see her friend — as, up until now she had been much too exhausted to entertain anything that wasn’t totally necessary. With a quick glance to Seabreeze and Ariel, to ensure that another’s presence in their den was welcome, Olive smiled and looked down at the three little loafs curled at her belly. “Thank you, they’re…” the mother trailed off demurely. “Perfect.” she declared with a purr. The Shakti glanced up to Ariel [it was their genes that came together to make three perfect children after all], and knew there was something else that they could all agree on. “I’ve never had all boys before.” As far as Olive knew, neither had Ariel or Lilly or Seabreeze.

“Elysium suddenly feels so full!” This last sentiment was said with some excitement, which Olive was quick to cut off with a twist of a smile when she remembered the sleeping babes.