Heart = melted over Aro. <33 Should we end here?
Wc: 382
Lying there with her son, it occurred to Ghita that these were the moments that made motherhood worthwhile. But in the same sense, these were the moments that no one really thought of. Most anticipating parents thought about their children's first steps, first words, first shifts, first hunts... and it was true, those moments were important as well. But lying there with her on, the pair of them giggling like hyenas, the precious gems were practically trickling out of their mouths and bouncing away, to a world where they'd have real value.
It had been slightly difficult for Ghita to lie down so quickly, to be able to romp around with her son, but despite her injury, Ghita pushed her body to the max, and came out victorious for it. Feeling her son's impossibly smaller head on her stomach, the mother was just happy to have the pair lying there, and didn't need much else in the world beyond this moment. Out of the bottoms of turquoise orbs, the mother could see her son's lids begin to drop, much like the curtains on this moment, and couldn't help but feel the pinpricks of regret mixed in with the happiness and joy of having this moment with her son.
Rising shortly after her son did, the small ebony-and-ivory male gained a head start on her, strictly because the fae had to rise, gather her walking stick, and regain full posture before walking, albeit slightly slower, with her son back to the manor. "Of course, Aro. I'm always right behind you." She smiled at the meaning, letting herself say something that Aro might not fully understand until later. But quickly, she wondered if she'd have to pick up her son and carry him back. He wasn't too heavy yet, for her, but Aro was at the age where it could be seen as 'uncool', even if no one was around to see it.
Her son's whimpers stabbed at her heart, and in the end she ended bending down and scooping her son up in her arms. "Come on, you're not too big for this yet." The mother smiled, confident she could carry her son, and walking stick, up to the Manor easily. "Well, maybe the stars themselves were telling you to go to bed, eh?"
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