Silver Creek [m] Ain't nowhere left for the good to go

She knew this story — it was just that it was still only a story to her, sometimes. Too good to be true and too big to wrap her mind around. Part of her shied away from the idea even now, not because she did not want to be a mother, but because she did not want to have anything to lose.

A tiny shiver raced down her spine. She tried to disguise it by looking around, seeing the forest as if for the first time.

"I like the forest," she said. Her voice had gone low. Careful. She did not want him to know that she'd wondered about his intentions. Wondering was next-door-neighbors with doubt. "But I have not seen a good place for a den just yet."

She twisted in his arms, turning to face him.

"A den for... the babies," she said, shaking off her worries and addressing the point directly. She was sure that they would come, when she thought about it. He had done his job as diligently as he did everything! But she wanted to see his face and know for the first time that they were thinking about the same future.