Moonspear ^______^

Just when he thought his heart couldn't melt more, it threatened to burst altogether at the responses of the two girls. He gave them a bright-eyed, loving look, though noted the yawn that Treepie tried and failed to hide.

Okay, is it nap time? Killdeer asked, smiling. I could use a nap too, I think. His own jaws broke into a wide gasp, eyes squinting shut. See? It's contagious.

He ferried them along to a nice spot to sleep, well within the sight of their mothers in the rendezvous place. Get some shut-eye. We'll pick up where we left off tomorrow.

And as he settled the girls down, and watched them from afar, an incredible and horrifying thought would not stop ringing incessantly in his mind:

Oh my God. I'm a fucking parent.