Stone Circle take a stab

Adorable- yes. Perfect, even. Flawless, she thinks.

Her eyes dart between Fig and Phox, amassing more similarities. A weight lifts when his father doesn’t seem to mind the grandchildren are mothered by a stranger.

“Quite well, I think…” she looks to Fig for confirmation. Their situation was normal, right? The soreness and sleep deprivation, and the punishing anxiety? That’s what was left in a person after a first foray into parenthood?

“We do, but-” she continues, “I’d love for you to stay. If you’d like.” She cannot know Fig’s wishes, but selfishly she wants to spend time with Phox. He must be important if he came all the way out here to check on his son.

“It would be nice to get to know you.”