Stone Circle Love, mom

Looking back, Figment wasn’t quite sure how he’d gotten to this moment. The past weeks had been a blur of fears and anxieties, guilt and reluctance. Fig had not wanted to be a father. He’d spent too much of his life feeling responsible for others to want to commit to such for the rest of his days. He’d known the risks staying in the Bypass with Tauris, but he still had held out hope that perhaps they’d be safe. Then had come the news and his world had been altered dramatically forever.

The only thing to sustain him and keep his spirits high had been the peace and joy he’d found in Kvarsheim with Tauris. He knew it had been hard on her, his strained relationship with her eldest, both of them accepting the pregnancy. But their stolen moments together of laughter and affection made all of it worth it to Fig. He was committed, whether he’d made that clear to her or not. He wasn’t going anywhere.

When her time finally came, Fig was not the calm, collected man he’d tried to be throughout her pregnancy. It was fortunate she did the birth on her own—his nerves and anxiety would not have been helpful for the situation. He did his best at least to keep it quiet, but every sound of her pained straining had him searching for invisible enemies he could fight off and protect her from. But there was nothing to do but wait, restless, crawling out of his skin from worry until finally, there was nothing but heavy breathing and tiny mewls.

Nervously, he called her name, seeking permission to interrupt her special moment with their children.

Their children.

His children.

On second thought, was he actually ready to go in?