09-02-2009, 12:04 AM
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The suggestion was surprising, coming from him. Cercelee thought back, the night they had committed themselves to one another. It seemed so long ago and yet in reality not even a year had gone by. The dull drain of living every day the same in and out hadn’t set in, aside from Slay’s recent set back life with the large brute had been pure bliss. So happy just the two of them, children had never seriously been thought of. Had the suggestion come up in those early months her partner had balked, though Cercelee only jested with the male. It wasn’t until the five de Sadira pups had shown up on their doorstep the joke ever became a real possibility. Even then, when Cercelee had taken on the burden of five new souls in the house, Slay had been reluctant, hesitant. He had been unsure if their relationship so new could withstand the onslaught of having no privacy, no free time, and the responsibility of other living beings.
Yet they had survived that. It hadn’t been the puppies that had nearly torn them apart, it was a dark wedge left by Corvus that had driven Cercelee away and Slay into his own personal darkness. Yet here was a promise of return to happiness from Slay, and furthermore he seemed eager to fill the void left by the disappearance of their makeshift family. "Really?" Her voice was incredulous, but her eyes twinkled. Never before had she seen Slay so serious, aside from when her bodily self had paraded before him bleeding and bruised. Not even when he had asked her to be his mate had he been able to keep the jokes from coming for this long.
Yet despite his seeming sincerity, one could not blame Cer for a slight disbelief. The male who had been so afraid of commitment, now asking her to commit her body into an act they couldn’t undo. Once the children were born, a meshing of their own personal genes, it couldn’t be undone. They’d be alive, proof of Slay’s decision. And there was always the fear that this, his return from depression, would not last. He could knock her up tonight and go bad to bed tomorrow, unwilling to wake up for another month or ten. It was risky business, reproducing. "You want to be a father?" It didn’t matter how much she realized she had liked being a mother, it had suited her despite the time constraints and emotional turmoil. This delicate act was one that took two partners, preferably both willingly partners who didn’t lose interest the morning after.
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The suggestion was surprising, coming from him. Cercelee thought back, the night they had committed themselves to one another. It seemed so long ago and yet in reality not even a year had gone by. The dull drain of living every day the same in and out hadn’t set in, aside from Slay’s recent set back life with the large brute had been pure bliss. So happy just the two of them, children had never seriously been thought of. Had the suggestion come up in those early months her partner had balked, though Cercelee only jested with the male. It wasn’t until the five de Sadira pups had shown up on their doorstep the joke ever became a real possibility. Even then, when Cercelee had taken on the burden of five new souls in the house, Slay had been reluctant, hesitant. He had been unsure if their relationship so new could withstand the onslaught of having no privacy, no free time, and the responsibility of other living beings.
Yet they had survived that. It hadn’t been the puppies that had nearly torn them apart, it was a dark wedge left by Corvus that had driven Cercelee away and Slay into his own personal darkness. Yet here was a promise of return to happiness from Slay, and furthermore he seemed eager to fill the void left by the disappearance of their makeshift family. "Really?" Her voice was incredulous, but her eyes twinkled. Never before had she seen Slay so serious, aside from when her bodily self had paraded before him bleeding and bruised. Not even when he had asked her to be his mate had he been able to keep the jokes from coming for this long.
Yet despite his seeming sincerity, one could not blame Cer for a slight disbelief. The male who had been so afraid of commitment, now asking her to commit her body into an act they couldn’t undo. Once the children were born, a meshing of their own personal genes, it couldn’t be undone. They’d be alive, proof of Slay’s decision. And there was always the fear that this, his return from depression, would not last. He could knock her up tonight and go bad to bed tomorrow, unwilling to wake up for another month or ten. It was risky business, reproducing. "You want to be a father?" It didn’t matter how much she realized she had liked being a mother, it had suited her despite the time constraints and emotional turmoil. This delicate act was one that took two partners, preferably both willingly partners who didn’t lose interest the morning after.
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