Nestlings
Disclaimer: I do not own Trickster's Choice, or Trickster's Queen. I do not own Nawat, even if I wish I did, and I do most certainty not keep Nawat locked up in my basement, even if I claim I do.
A/N: Here is the third chapter for the story that was meant to be a one-shot. Thank you so much to all that reviewed. Maybe I'm being selfish, but I would love it if you all would review again, it is not to late to spread around the magic of reviews.
Nawat ran back into the room panting, bringing with him a pat of butter. Everything was as he had left it. Aly's father and adopted uncle were still in their respective chair's. Daine was sitting by Numair. Wordlessly, he handed her the butter. From some where in the chamber Aly screamed. Making up his mind, Nawat ducked down and followed Diane into the room. Aly was laying on a bed, propped up with pillows. Next to her, stood her mother, Alanna, her purple gift surrounding her. Silently, hoping no one saw him, he darted into a corner.
Daine was standing next to Alanna now, handing her the butter. Alanna took the butter, and rubbed it over her hands. Why she did that, Nawat was unsure. Maybe she wanted her hands to taste better. Carefully, Alanna stuck her hands up that mysterious little hole in Aly. Turning her hands around and around, Alanna was muttering to herself. Slowly, a small, screaming, thing made it's way out of Aly. GAsping, Nawat rubbed his eyes to make sure that it was sill there. He remembered some one saying that humans didn't lay eggs, but he didn't know that it would just come out of his wife. Smiling, Daine wrapped the baby in a blanket. Looking around, she spotted Nawat standing in the corner. Nawat looked around nervousley. If she was coming to throw him out again he wanted to run out before her, or Alanna could yell at him. But she didn't seem angry, she was smiling.
" Do you want to hold her?" She asked Nawat softly. Dumbfounded, Nawat nodded. He had never held a human new born. Daine quickly instructed him how to hold his arms, then handed the baby to him. Looking down at his new daughter, Nawat was surprised at the emotions that were rolling around inside of him. He had never felt like this before. He supposed he could call it love, but it was entirely different from the feeling he got whenever he looked at Aly. It was less romantic, and more prideful. The child was still screaming, the sound hurt his ears. He wondered if there was some way to make it stop. He had heard somewhere that babies cried because they wanted something. He wondered what he should do.
All questions were put aside when he heard Aly calling his name weakly. Smilling, he walked over to her bed swiftly, trying not to jostle the newborn child in his arms. In one fluid motion he sat down.
" Are you all right?" he asked her. Weakly, she nodded.
" Can I hold her," Aly asked quietly. Nawat gave Aly the child. It made him want to cry when he saw his wonderful wife holding their first child. Reaching over, he stroked the newborn's head.
"We probably should name her." Aly said, louder than she had spoken before "Do you have any ideas?"
" No, not really." Nawat said, staring at the child
" What if we named her Caly?" Aly said, a hopeful look in her eyes.
Nodding Nawat said "Then Caly shall be her name.
I hope you enjoyed my meandering one-shot, that ended up three chapters. It was very fun to write. Thanks so much to those who have reviewed, you are much appreciated. I like reviews.