Ankyra Sound thunderbird

He whispered sweet nothings into her ear. Meerkat was glad she could turn and hide her face against his chest, because the endearment made tears prick at her eyes. They were the happy sort, yet she didn't want to alarm him. She grinned and sniffled against the rise and fall of his chest. She could tell when he fell asleep; his breaths deepened, his heartbeat slowed and all the tension melted from his muscles. He draped around her like heavy blanket and Meerkat couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so content and safe.

Sleep did not find her as easily. She had napped late into the night and now her mind spun with all the possibility and potential. Meerkat had learned the hard way not to be too hasty with these things, but she didn't see the harm in letting her imagination run a little wild. While she indulged herself, picturing a future with Njord that spanned all the way to their great, great, great grandchildren, she gently peppered his sleeping face with butterfly kisses and murmured sweet nothings into his ear.