Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Welcome to the world, not-so-little ones

Arlette was about played out. He could see each push, each contraction doubling down on her pain. Her eyes were tired. The cries that ratcheting from her sliced his heart each time. Holy shit balls he wasn't sure if they should try again next year. And whoever said size didn't matter was lying.

Kinda hard not to be. But I'll try.

A sweet blending on a darker scale. Where Buck was creamer. Thia little girl was shades of grey.

He spent time licking the after birth from her. And pulled the boys to himself. Given Arlette a little longer to rest. Then bundled them nicely next to her.

Little girl mama.