Stone Circle And I will sing a lullaby

She can’t help but smile at those green eyes and the way they look at her so serious, so sweetly. Even when she worries. She wants him to feel stable, like he will always have a place in which he is allowed to fail and where he will always be caught and loved. But he must too learn to accept that change. Things can’t stay as they are forever.

Idly she runs a paw over her swelling belly. Spirits, this shit is exhausting. Please, let there be only one. She doesn’t know many she can handle.

“Ok,” she relents, “But if Skáld no roam,” she considers him, pulling him with her as she plops onto her side, “ then does he really need these legs?” She catches a back leg with her teeth and nibbles. “I’d like dinner with my show.”

Let him be a child.

Let him laugh and play and let tomorrow be for worries.