08-06-2012, 02:49 PM
Hadley stepped closer to Isa, his tail twitching a fast tempo behind him the entire time. He wasn't ready! He didn't care if he'd had an extra month to prepare. He had no idea how he was going to be a father. Hadley whined softly, taking Isa's hand and gripping it tightly. He wouldn't let go. He didn't know what was going to happen now, but he was going to stay right there. Hopefully he could help in some way. It seemed like she was in so much pain, and he didn't have a clue on how to stop it.
A pup slipped out, Hadley gawking at the tiny life. She was so small, so vulnerable. Very much there, very much related to him, and very much frightening. What now? Hadley felt his mind buzz with panic, looking at his tiny daughter. She was going to break, he just knew it. Was he going to betray them now? Have something take him over and leave them? Fear threatened to overwhelm him, but he stayed strong, watching as she was nestled into Isa's body.
He accepted the little girl, nuzzling her gently. A small whine broke from her, not happy to be removed from her mother. He just wanted her happy. The scarred hybrid would have willingly passed her back, if it wasn't so clear that Isa wasn't ready to hold her again. His tail thumped as a tiny gray pup appeared. A boy? That was wonderful! A perfect boy, and a darling little girl. He couldn't be happier. He looked down at the first born, smiling as he studied her perfect features.
A small whine from Isa alerted him to the fact that something was up. Sharply Hadley looked at Isa. Was it another one? Was something wrong? His heart crashed, watching her struggle to revive their son. No. It couldn't be. The fruitless licks came again and again. Hadley knew it wouldn't fix it, watching with a hopeless fascination. This wasn't something he'd prepared for. Hadley felt that Amy was again thrusting her claws through his chest, scraping at his heart. So painful.
A howl broke from Isa, a forlorn sound. The bright blue eyes beseeched Hadley to fix it. He couldn't bring back the dead though. Ears flat he looked at the tiny body, the life that would never exist. Isa's broken form hurt even worse. Hadley drew himself up, knowing that she would need his strength. He couldn't abandon her at this time. Drawing from his small reserve of courage he managed a smile.
Placing the daughter in Isa's arms he took the boy, cuddling him as if it was just asleep. The girl whined, nuzzling at her mother for comfort, feeling hungry now. His tail wagged, trying to brighten things up. She's perfect. Do you know what we should name her? If you don't mind, I'd like to name the boy. Luke.
A pup slipped out, Hadley gawking at the tiny life. She was so small, so vulnerable. Very much there, very much related to him, and very much frightening. What now? Hadley felt his mind buzz with panic, looking at his tiny daughter. She was going to break, he just knew it. Was he going to betray them now? Have something take him over and leave them? Fear threatened to overwhelm him, but he stayed strong, watching as she was nestled into Isa's body.
He accepted the little girl, nuzzling her gently. A small whine broke from her, not happy to be removed from her mother. He just wanted her happy. The scarred hybrid would have willingly passed her back, if it wasn't so clear that Isa wasn't ready to hold her again. His tail thumped as a tiny gray pup appeared. A boy? That was wonderful! A perfect boy, and a darling little girl. He couldn't be happier. He looked down at the first born, smiling as he studied her perfect features.
A small whine from Isa alerted him to the fact that something was up. Sharply Hadley looked at Isa. Was it another one? Was something wrong? His heart crashed, watching her struggle to revive their son. No. It couldn't be. The fruitless licks came again and again. Hadley knew it wouldn't fix it, watching with a hopeless fascination. This wasn't something he'd prepared for. Hadley felt that Amy was again thrusting her claws through his chest, scraping at his heart. So painful.
A howl broke from Isa, a forlorn sound. The bright blue eyes beseeched Hadley to fix it. He couldn't bring back the dead though. Ears flat he looked at the tiny body, the life that would never exist. Isa's broken form hurt even worse. Hadley drew himself up, knowing that she would need his strength. He couldn't abandon her at this time. Drawing from his small reserve of courage he managed a smile.
Placing the daughter in Isa's arms he took the boy, cuddling him as if it was just asleep. The girl whined, nuzzling at her mother for comfort, feeling hungry now. His tail wagged, trying to brighten things up. She's perfect. Do you know what we should name her? If you don't mind, I'd like to name the boy. Luke.