It’s not the ocean with its deep pounding surf that vibrates my body in a rush. This lake has more of a promise to it, more of a homey feel, as if I could sip my tea on the deck and just enjoy the view without the sahtiness of what the ocean can offer me
Tneed to be honest with y completely honest 1 don’t know how much longer I can go without marking you. It’s taking everyo
counce of control not to bite into your neck and daim you. I just want you to know this. I’m trying very hard to give you the time you need, but I’m having a hard time letting that happen.” He’s looking at the Lake while he says this, bands in his pockets
want you to mark me. I want to mark you when the time’s right.
Do you mean that?” He’s watching my face ||
- do. Very perdly he picks me up kissing the spot my neck as he tricks us around. Teeling his heart beating in his chest, the tingles begin to go up my spine. He’s langhing and kissing myjawline, my neck every place my skin in exposed from the opening of the jacket]]
Laughing with him, I treirl in the air as if I’m the lightest thing in the world to him. I won’t forget this moinent for as long as I live]]
He’s the ending to my fairytale |||
Let’s go. My family is waiting to see him. No one was allowed to come into our birth den except the Luna, Alpha just barely, and the midwife. I couldn’t rolerate anyone else interrupting the bending that the three of us were having
my chest. I needed time alone away from any other woles ||
The imprinting of features, the time to get comfortable with him in my arm. The feel of him naked against my i
Dallas is an gerde with our little one. I could only sleep if I knew he had him in his arms tucked in safe. My hackles on full alert, every noise, every newscent had me in an uproar, Only Dallan could calm me down with him looking out the door, telling me that no one was there. That we’re safe from harm. I made him sleep by the door just in case. No windows are in this room just a door.
One way in one way out
They designed this Ebom with mothers in mind.
Anew mother with a just birthed young is delusionally fierce, almost borderline paychat)
Getting into the backseat, making sure he’s still sleeping. I can’t help the smile that beams out of my face. He’s wearing a light blue hat on his bold little head, Little tiny mitts on his hands keep him from scratching his face with nach that I can’t cut ye
Be doesn’t even surm, past content in dreams:||
It’s still hard to believe that he was just in me. I feel slightly sad with the loss of him kicking and stretching inside me. I had gotten so used to that now he’s not inside feel
They grow so fast.
I slightly sad.]
“Rys, everyone’s going to be in the living room. We will walk in and introduce him. Remember, this is our family. No one will hurt him.” He understands my nervousness. Letting others by him innerve racking. Even though i know they won’t hurt him it’s hand to have others sniffing around soesething that’s so fragile and is mine!]
Walking in the house, it’s calm, quiet, slightly darkened as the blasts have all been pulled down. The hair on the back of my neck raises as I take in the wells of the wobres I knots. Stepping backward, I bump into Dallas’s chest as he blocks the e. He pushes me forward with his body, taking the first five steps inside. He has our male in his arms; he puffs himself up more. His whole body is rigid with a strength that new father passes, and be xordy displaying a for my banelli.
New mothers are very skinish. I’m no exception ||
Walking into the living room that just off the side of the kitchen, I have never been in here before Its hardly ever used. The kitchen table is where the family congregates.||
The heart of the home!
Crane is sau the couch, sitting beside Carson, who is looking at me with an easy, curious omdle, Cash in on a chair repanding me with relat
His experience bringing his twin home was not this. That was a totally different experieres altogether
Caleb’s on the ground with both twins crawling all over bias, his hair just begining to grow out. He doesn’t look at me as he continues top them on the neck, swat at their heads. They’re pulling themaches up to standing position, trying to hit his shoulders. They are a mass of arms and legs and squealing delight. You can tell that he is their absolute favorite
Happiness is pouring out of them in waves of unfiliered bliss.
Bela is sitting on the couch, watching him, Treasure close by her side, still without glasses. Her bead tilts up, taking in the new scent of a newborn lifa.||
