Guess what guys! xD I finished the newest chapter! Yay!
This is the end of the second trimester of pregnancy! Which means I only have to write the last of trimester aaaaannnndddd... The kits make an appearance! xD Who's as excited as I am?
Sorry about the long wait, I hope this chapter makes up for it! ^-^
I'm actually really glad that the last chapter was deleted, this time I actually added a lot more than I did last time. While the chapter that was deleted had only little snippets, this chapter actually has feels to it :3 I'm really proud of it.
Have fun!
SMTS 10
Week 14
He was on the nest, relaxing. His shirt was on the floor and so were his sweats, the ones Tooth had made him just a few weeks ago. He sat in his blue boxers, staring out the window in the room he shared with Aster.
There was no glass on the window, none of the windows in the Warren had any glass on them. They were open, allowing the Wind to check up on him while at the same time letting fresh air circulate throughout the burrow.
A grin found its way onto his face when a breeze ruffled his hair affectionately. "Hey Wind, long time no see" The Wind couldn't talk, not exactly. The Wind was wild and free and unable to be tamed. The Wind was ancient and wise.
But Jack could hear the Wind's voice. The Wind talked through the chirping of birds, warm breezes and the rustling of leaves. It talked through the laughter of children it carried in its air currents, the rush of bubbling brooks and the the sway of grass in an open field. It talked and spoke through gestures and it sounded oddly sweet. Like freshly bloomed flowers and sweet honey.
But Jack could understand. Jack could understand the language of the Wind and could communicate in a way no other could. That was why the Wind favored Jack. That was why the Wind carried Jack around in its air currents. It was why the Wind took great care of the young spirit who had found its way into its metaphorical heart.
Summer. Winter. Warm, love water. Soon we go North for Winter?
"Yeah, we'll go start a few snowball fights soon"
Kits. Kits good? Kits healthy? Love kits. Love bunnies. Bunny kits? Snow having bunny kits? Kids. Kids, we love kids. Play with kits?
The laughter that bubbled out of Jack's mouth filled the burrow. "Yes. Kits play with us soon"
The Wind loved Jack and Jack love the Wind.
Week 15
He leaned against soft fur, loving the warmth that practically radiated off of Aster. Which he shouldn't. He shouldn't love the soft fur that tickled his nose, the heat that surrounded him, he shouldn't love how those strong arms wrapped around him, encasing him. He shouldn't.
He shouldn't love the way the pads on strong paws run over the baby bulge beneath his sweater. He shouldn't love how ticklish whiskers twitched happily against his cheek. He shouldn't love how the gentle humming reverberated throughout the strong chest he was laying against.
He shouldn't love how his little egglet, Flurry, given to him by his mate snuggled against the crook of his arm. He shouldn't love how safe he felt. He shouldn't love how peaceful it feels.
He shouldn't love this because he doesn't deserve it. He doesn't deserve it because for three hundred years he was alone. He was alone, thrown away like a broken toy. The moon ignored him. The moon tossed him aside. The moon left him. Obviously he was a mistake. He had been a mistake, that's why the moon left him. That's why he'd been discarded.
He was useless, just a little wind up toy, powered by the moon. He was wound up, never to stop and join his family up in heaven. Forever as a toy, a broken toy being used over and over again.
He couldn't stop the tears that dripped down his face. He couldn't stop the comforting words near his ear. He couldn't stop how strong arms tightened around his frame. He couldn't stop how Flurry nudged his chest comfortingly. He couldn't stop how Aster nuzzled his hair. He couldn't stop the feeling of being safe.
The thing was. He didn't even want it to stop. He accepted being a wind up toy. Being powered by the moon's will. Forever to live as a broken doll. He was okay with it. If it meant he'd have North and Tooth and Sandy and Aster and Flurry. And... And his soon to be born kits. He was okay with it because all these things were healing. The little broken wind up doll was being fixed.
He couldn't stop the soft smile on his face. He couldn't stop his hands from running over his baby bump. He couldn't stop how he nuzzled Aster's neck in return. He couldn't stop how his lips met slightly furry ones in a passionate kiss.
And to be truthful, he didn't want too.
Week 16
It was the beginning of winter in the Northern hemisphere. Which meant Jack could now go visit his first believer, who had recently turned twelve. Jack was both excited and nervous about the whole situation. His believers in Burgess had yet to know what had happened.
They didn't know yet what had happened during the summer. They didn't know that the day they went to the beach, he had died. They didn't know that he had been dead for a week. They didn't know that he and Bunny were together. They didn't know that, that Jack had kits. That there would be babies, babies that Jack would help bring into the world. They didn't know. And for that, Jack was nervous.
He didn't know what to expect, not really. Jamie and his friends were now twelve, it having been three years since the fateful battle against Pitch, and little Sophie was now six. How would they react to knowing Jack was pregnant? Humans and spirits were different. For humans, males couldn't give birth, but for spirits, gender didn't matter in the slightest. Would they be happy about the kits? Would they be disgusted?
Jack didn't know. He didn't know and that was why he decided to delay the meeting for as long as possible.
Week 17
He'd managed to postpone meeting Jamie and his friends for a whole week. Eventually though he had to stop by Burgess, where the largest number of his believers resided, to bring winter mischief and fun.
Of course, the minute he had set foot in the town he had grown to love, someone sounded the 'Jack's finally here alarm' and he'd been surrounded in minutes. A few had questioned his attire, baggy black sweats and his normal hoodie that hid his baby bump.
He'd just shrugged, grinning happily as he floated in the air. The minute someone had tried to hug him, he had gone airborne, shaking off the weird behavior by turning it into a game. While he had grown use to touches, he still felt a bit uncomfortable being touched, not to mention he didn't want any harm, accidental or not, to befall the kits nestled safely in his womb. (Something that he still felt oddly bothered about.)
"Jack!" It was midday and Jack had somehow managed to escape the clutches of the children, needing a bit of a breather. Pregnancy seemed to make him much more easily tired than he usually was.
He'd been hanging around near the lake, (The lake he and the children of Burgess referred to as Jack's Lake) his staff trailing behind him, leaving frost patterns on the ground, when it happened. If it weren't for his quick reflexes, he would've been trampled.
He jumped into the air the minute a small form flew at him. He grinned down at the pouting girl in front of him. "Jaaaaack! No fair! I just wanted to give you a hug! Jaime said you were coming last week, but you didn't come..." With a sigh, he lowered himself to the ground, his feet barely brushing against the drying grass.
He reached out a cold hand, ruffling Sophie's blonde locks. He crouched down, giving the upset child a gentle grin. "Hey, I just had some Guardian business to take care of. Sorry if I worried you" He hugged her gently, more for his and the kits sake than hers.
"It's okay... Jaime misses you, he was really worried" Her voice was muffle into his chest and he sighed.
"I know. I'm sorry. But hey, no more tears now, okay? I'm here now and that's all that matters. Now, what's you say we go find that silly brother of yours?"
He gave her a piggy back the rest of the way. Grinning when she tugged his hair happily. So maybe he wouldn't tell them yet... He'd end up telling them... Eventually.
Week 18
"Jack. What's wrong? And no more lies."
He'd been cornered, literally. His back was pressed up against the wall, frost quickly covering it in his nervousness. He stared at the blank faces in front o him. Jaime, Sophie, Claude, Caleb, Monty, Pippa, and Cupcake. They'd managed to trick him into Jaime's house, the promise of movies and popcorn much too tempting for Jack to resist.
"What are you guys talking about?" He clutched his staff tightly, searching for an exit.
"C'mon Jack. We're your friends. You can tell us, are you sick? What's wrong?" He stared into Pippa's brown eyes and felt his resolve break slowly. He quickly glanced at Jaime, immediately regretting it when Jaime's own brown eyes had shifted into a kicked puppy look.
"Jack? Don't you trust me?" Dammit. Jack slid down the wall, motioning or the kids to do the same (which they did so, eagerly if he says so himself)
"Alright. Fine. You got me. I'm sick" The gasps that echoed throughout the room made him chuckle.
"Really?!" Claude's exclamation made him stifle a laugh.
"No, not really" He ignored the indignant protests as he ducked a smack to the head. Lifting his hands in surrender he somber was up.
"Well... Something happened to me recently. One thing led to another and... I'm in a relationship now" He, along with the four other boys in the room, cringed as Sophie, Pippa, and surprisingly Cupcake immediately began squealing in that high pitched way only females could.
"Who is it?!" Cupcake asked, shaking his shoulders with a stern face. Jack just blinked.
"Um. Well. You see, spirits don't really have a gender" The confusion in their eyes at his statement caused light blue to color his cheeks momentarily in embarrassment.
"I mean, spirits can be classified as 'boys' and 'girls' but that doesn't actually mean anything when it comes to which gender has babies. Oh my god this is really embarrassing" He groaned, covering his blushing face in his hands.
"Alright. Babies come from a mothers tummy, for humans, right?" When they nodded he continued. "Well for spirits it doesn't really matter. Boys and girls can end up carrying babies" He waited for realization to finally dawn on the children.
"Holy crap are you pregnant?!" Surprisingly it was Sophie who spoke first. She immediately had everyone's attention on her. "Um, I meant cap. Holy... Cap?" She hid her blushing face in her hands, much like Jack had been doing earlier.
"Sophie! Where'd you learn that word?!" Jaime exclaimed, looking around in fright. If his parents saw then they'd blame Jaime immediately.
"Television" She deadpanned.
Week 19
So it was a bit weird at first. Slightly awkward if Jack did say so himself. The children took the information in stride. Course they did ask many questions, and Monty at one point asked if he had to be worried about getting pregnant, but other than that not much changed.
Jack still made snow, which caused school to be closed, and snow ball fights were still a must. There were still sledding incidents that adults sometimes questioned and days when monstrously tall snowmen appeared out of no where but some things changed.
The information of Jack having babies spread like wildfire amongst the children. None were too weirded out, probably because Jack's oldest believer was only twelve, and some immediately asked to feel his tummy. Of course Jack never allowed a child to touch his stomach, always steering around the question and instead suggesting a race amongst the children.
He wasn't really that comfortable with anyone touching him. Three hundred years without touch kind of made physical contact seem... Scary to Jack. The only time he even felt slightly comfortable with touches was amongst the Guardians and the only time he ever let it last long was with Aster.
The only time he had ever been hugged, a hug which he had willingly returned, by a child was three years ago after the battle with Pitch. Some of the kids made it a game to see who will be the next person to actually hug Jack but none had succeeded so far.
He didn't know if a child would ever touch him, he didn't know if he wanted a child to touch him. Sometimes he craved for a hug, and sometimes he felt repulsed by the thought of it. He didn't know. Three hundred years was a long time.
Week 20
"Aster. Pst, Aster. Are you awake? Aaaaassssssttttteeeerrr" Jack eyed the rabbit sleeping on his lap with a raised brow. He sighed, leaning against the wall. Aster was curled around Jack's sitting form, his head resting on Jack's lap.
"Aster!" Grey ears shot up in surprise, though the owner of said ears just opened a bleary eye in response. Jack grinned at the sight of familiar bright green.
"Aster are you awake?" Said Pooka huffed, rolling his eyes.
"Nah mate. I'm still sleepin'" Jack stuck out his tongue at the sarcasm, trying to fight against the grin tht was fighting a way onto his face.
"I need a favor" Jack murmured, suddenly looking completely serious. Aster blinked up at him in confusion, nodding slowly.
"I need you to sing" Aster raised a brow in bewilderment as Jack just nodded.
"Why?" The Pooka questioned, not really understanding the request. Jack just huffed.
"Because Pitch said the kits hearing will be developed by now. I mean, I would sing to them but my voice isn't nearly as awesome as yours" Immediately a staring contest was formed. Bewildered green met deadpanned ice blue. A smirk found its way onto Aster's face.
Jack relaxed as Aster's voice filled the burrow. His voice was deep and soothing, making Jack immediately relax.
"Remember those walls I built
Well, baby, they're tumbling down
And they didn't even put up a fight
They didn't even make a sound
I found a way to let you win
But I never really had a doubt
Standing in the light of your halo
I got my angel now
It's like I've been awakened
Every rule I had you break it
It's the risk that I'm taking
I ain't never gonna shut you out
Everywhere I'm looking now
I'm surrounded by your embrace
Baby, I can see your halo
You know you're my saving grace
You're everything I need and more
It's written all over your face
Baby, I can feel your halo
Pray it won't fade away
I can feel your halo, halo
I can see your halo, halo
I can feel your halo, halo
I can see your halo, halo
Hit me like a ray of sun
Burning through my darkest night
You're the only one that I want
Think I'm addicted to your light
I swore I'd never fall again
But this don't even feel like falling
Gravity can't forget
To pull me back to the ground again
Feels like I've been awakened
Every rule I had you break it
The risk that I'm taking
I'm never gonna shut you out
Everywhere I'm looking now
I'm surrounded by your embrace
Baby, I can see your halo
You know you're my saving grace
You're everything I need and more
It's written all over your face
Baby, I can feel your halo
Pray it won't fade away
I can feel your halo, halo
I can see your halo, halo
I can feel your halo, halo
I can see your halo, halo
I can feel your halo, halo
I can see your halo, halo
Halo
Halo
Halo
Everywhere I'm looking now
I'm surrounded by your embrace
Baby, I can see your halo
You know you're my saving grace
You're everything I need and more
It's written all over your face
Baby, I can feel your halo
Pray it won't fade away"
By the time the song ended, Jack was sleeping, looking very much at peace. Aster smiled softly before snuggling into Jack's tummy, humming into the place where his kits grew. His and Jack's kits.
Week 21
"AAAAAASSSSSSTTTTTTTEEEEEEERR RRRR!" The scream that bounced off the walls of not only the burrow but the entire Warren in and of itself positively scared Aster lifeless. He immediately went to the worst possible scenarios as he raced into the burrow.
Had something happened to Jack? Where the kits coming early? Were the kits and Jack being attacked? Did Jack get hurt? Did the heat of the Warren catch up to Jack?
"Jack!" He paused at the doorway, breathing heavily as he took in his and Jack's room. Nothing was out of place, nothing broken and there was no blood anywhere. He relaxed long enough to catch sight of Jack who was sitting against the wall.
His breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of his mate. Jack looked ethereal. His pale skin practically glowed with a maternal light. His eyes were watery but they shone with absolute happiness. His lips were set in a soft, gentle and caring smile. His gaze set on his hands which were tenderly placed on his bulging belly.
Without realizing it, Aster had walked the few steps between the door and the nest. He hopped into the nest, his eyes never straying from Jack's form. He slunk forward quietly before laying down. He placed his head on Jack's lap, a familiar position for the both of them. He gazed up into icy blue eyes, bringing a paw up to wipe away a single tear.
"Aster..." Jack mumbled, placing a kiss on the paw now cradling his face. Said Pooka hummed in response. He watched silently as Jack placed one of his hands on the paw cradling his face. Jack used his other hand to grab Aster's other paw before placing said paw on his baby bulge, placing his cold hand atop the soft furry one.
Silence surrounded them, broken only by gentle breathing. And then it happened. Little nudges. Soft little nudges against Aster's paw. Those little nudges, little kicks, they brought tears into green eyes, causing them to shine as a laugh of surprise escaped him. He was laughing and crying and Jack was laughing and crying because they're kits were healthy and moving and, and they were having kits.
This moment just seemed to solidify the whole concept of Jack being pregnant. There were little lives growing inside of Jack. Little lives that Aster and Jack had helped create. And as tears mixed, a realization dawned on them. A realization that nothing would ever happen to their kits. A realization that Jack wouldn't allow any harm to befall on his kits or on his mate. A realization that Aster would never allow anyone to so much as look at his kits or at Jack in any hostile way. A realization that they were a family and always would be.
Week 22
"Jack! Oh my goodness, you look beautiful!" Aster sweat dropped as Jack just stared at Tooth in disbelief. They were at Santoff Claussen for a family dinner. By now not even Jack's baggy sweater could conceal his growing belly. The other Guardians had only ever seen a slight bulge underneath the sweater, but now? Now it was so obvious Jack was carrying.
"Tooth. I'm manly. I can't look beautiful," Jack ignored the snort of amusement coming from Aster as he sat down on one of the couches, "I look handsome, but I already know that. I'm just that charming"
Of course Jack's little speech did nothing as the little fairies flew around him, chirping and cooing at his belly. Jack ended up rolling his eyes and collapsing on Aster's lap with a huff.
He stared at Sandy who was sitting on a couch nearby, sipping eggnog as little golden pictures flickered above his head.
If the kit is a girl, it would be beautiful. Tooth could be calling your kit beautiful. Would you rather your baby girl be known as handsome?
Jack just stared at Sandy as North roared with laughter. With a pout and another huff, Jack buried his face in Aster's neck, ignoring how even Aster was laughing happily. Her tried to how'd the smile that crept onto his face, he really did. But the sounds of laughter and merriment just warmed up his heart in a way he only felt when around the other Guardians, his family.
Week 23
Jack was once again chilling out (no pun intended) on the nest, wearing only a pair of boxers (something that was slowly becoming the usual).
The Wind was cheerfully blowing around the room, tussling his hair as he pouted. He glared down at his tummy. He didn't blame the list for it, but really? A line down his tummy? Psh. Who needs that?
He glared at the dark, for his skin tone though for anyone else it was a rather pale color tone, line going down his belly.
"It's always been there," Jack mimicked in his best impression of Pitch's voice, "you probably just never noticed it until pregnancy hormones caused hyperpigmentation, the phenomenon which makes it darker" Jack huffed. So not cool.
"Are ya still sulking about the line?" Jack bit his lip as Aster's voice echoed from the kitchen.
"No!"
"Ya sure?"
"Maybe..."
Week 24
"Jack, how come you never let anyone touch you?" To say the least, Jack was unpleasantly surprise by the question. He was sitting comfortably on Jaime's windowsill, watching Jaime play a video game. Sophie was coloring not far away, though at Jaime's question she looked up in curiosity.
Jack bit his lip before giving a half hearted shrug. "I guess I just don't like getting touched"
"But Jaime hugged you, after the boogeyman was sent away, remember?" Sophie piped up, staring at Jack suspiciously as said winter spirit squirmed, rubbing his stomach in a comforting motion.
"I'm just now used to getting touched" He brought up his staff, tapping the crook of it on Jaime's windowsill, watching frost spread slowly.
He jumped in surprise, his hand which had been previously resting on his stomach now gripped in much smaller fingers. He tried not to flinch at the warmth of the touch, failing as Sophie's eyes watered. With a sigh of defeat he gave her a side hug, holding the smaller girl close as he rested his cheek on her messy blonde hair. They stayed like that for a while, Jaime somehow managing to find room on the window sill, snuggling (though he'd deny it if later questioned) into Jack's side.
"So who's the daddy?" Both Jack and Jaime jerked at the question, sraring at the wide eyed Sophie in disbelief.
"The daddy?" Jaime and Jack squealed out simultaneously.
"Yeah, cuz mama says a baby comes when a daddy and mommy love each other very much. Jack has the baby so Jack's the mommy, who's the daddy?" Jaime just blinked.
"How do you know it's not a girl?" Haime countered, to which Sophie just stuck out her tongue.
"It's a daddy, I can tell" Jack wondered if it was that obvious.
"Um... it's Aster" He mumbled into Jaime's hair as his arm tightened around Sophie's shoulders.
"Who?" The siblings chorused.
"The Easter Bunny"
"What?!" Jaime looked up at Jack in complete disbelief while Sophie jumped around excitedly.
"Bunnies! Baby bunnies!" Sophie squealed as she hugged Jack's arm tightly, Jaime staring at Jack's stomach in silence.
"So your babies will be bunnies?" Jaime asked, very much confused as Sophie continued to squeal about how adorable the kits would be.
So maybe Jack wasn't quite used to touching. Maybe he wasn't use to the warmth of children after being walked through for so long. Maybe he just didn't want to open up to people, afraid of losing them in the process. Maybe he didn't need to be afraid. Maybe he did. He didn't know. Most times he didn't know.
But somehow, he knew he had nothing to worry about. Not when hugging the Bennett siblings felt so right. Because hugging little Sophie (who had finally calmed down, though she was now tenderly touching Jack's tummy) as he ran a hand through Jaime's (who had accepted the fact that his new siblings, admitting to Jack that he saw him as the father he never had, would be bunnies) hair made him feel like a parent, more so than he already was. His kits already had older siblings that were eager to meet the unborn kits. All that mattered right then was that Jaime was happy. That Sophie was happy. And most of all, that Jack was happy.
Week 25
He was sitting on a tree, near his lake. The sky was dark, stars twinkling up above and Manny shining down on the forest. The Wind was weaving through the icicles hanging down from the bare branches of trees around them. A light snowfall reflected the moonlight and his lake looked positively ethereal with the way snowflakes danced around it happily. The weather was affected by his mood and as such flurries of snowflakes, content and pleased slowly created another layer of snow.
He swung his feet from his perch on a high branch, hand rubbing his stomach thoughtfully, eyes distant. He was going to be a father. Aster was going to be a father. They were going to be a family. Him and Aster and their kits. He was happy with that fact, but he was nervous as well.
What if he wasn't a good parent? What if they couldn't stand the cold? Jack wouldn't be able to hold them. He wouldn't be able to pet them and hug them and just be there with them. What if Jack couldn't spend time with them? He had a job after all, he had to bring winter to the world on a daily basis. If it wasn't winter in the northern hemisphere, it was winter in the southern. Would they like him? Would they hate him?
His troubled thoughts were interrupted by heavy footfalls in the snow bellow the tree he was resting on. "Oi Frostbite! What are ya doin' up there?" He stared down into bright green eyes, ignoring the way his tense form suddenly relaxed at the sight of the Pooka.
"Oh, hey Aster," He murmured, a smile playing on his lips as the rabbit shivered, snow falling into his blue grey fur as he gave a light sneeze.
"I was worried about ya," He admitted, looking away as his ears lowered in embarrassment. Jack blinked in surprise, a soft smile on his face. With a coy grin he dropped out of the tree, scaring Aster at the possibility of him getting hurt.
For less than a minute he was suspended in the air, the Wind curling around his form before dropping him into strong arms.
"Don't ya ever dare do tha' again! Bloody gave me a heart attack" Aster growled lowly, pressing his face desperately against Jack's neck. His ears were lowered and his fur was bristling in his fright, his whiskers twitching frantically.
Jack couldn't fight the rising guilt as Aster gripped him against his chest. He reached hand out, running his hand through Aster's fur until said Pooka calmed down.
"I'm sorry" The Pooka huffed at Jack's sorrowful voice.
"No matter," Aster picked his head up, looking at Jack with dark eyes. "I know a way ya can make it up ta me"
"Eeeeek!"
Later Jack would deny the girly shriek though by his blushing face, it was easy to tell he was lying.
Week 26
He twirled strands of fur around his finger in boredom. The moon light shone in through the window, the only source of light in the otherwise dark room. Jack huffed as Aster let out a snore, snuggling his muzzle into Jack's lap. It was so not fair.
How come Aster could fall asleep so easily? Jack couldn't seem to just fall asleep. He knew he was tired. He felt it in his aching lower back and in his tense muscles. But no matter how hard he tried, not to mention the many different sleeping positions, he just couldn't seem to fall asleep.
He was feeling absolutely restless. He was feeling antsy, so much so that he pondered on pacing around the room. Though the light snore coming from his lap quickly quelled the idea. Aster was peacefully sleeping on his lap, Jack couldn't just wake up the exhausted rabbit just because of the antsy nerves.
The poor Pooka had been running himself ragged, doing his best to make sure Jack was comfortable, that Jack wasn't bored, that Jack had enough food and water and blankets and after everything, Jack just didn't want to wake up his tired lover.
Aster did his best to please Jack, why would he wake up the tired Pooka because of his insomnia?
With a sigh that quickly turned into a yawn, Jack contented himself with watching how dawn's rays of light played across Aster's fur in a beautiful display. Yeah, insomnia was alright with him, especially if he would be able to enjoy moments like these.
Week 27
"Aster, our kits are gonna be boxers, just you watch" Jack huffed, snuggling into said Pooka's side. They were currently relaxing in the Warren, on a hill to be more specific. They were laying down, enjoying the sun's rays as Aster wrapped an arm around Jack's waist.
A few googies walked around, sitting near the happily content couple. Flurry the googie was currently sitting on Jack's leg, gaining envious looks from a few other googies.
"Why do ya say that?" Aster asked with a raised brow.
"Because they keep kicking, like they're having a boxing match or something" Jack muttered, burying his face on the fur of Aster's chest. He winced at a particularly harsh kick, huffing when Aster only chuckled at his plight.
"Jus' means they're gonna be big an' strong like they're da" Jack rolled his eyes as Aster boasted by flexing an arm.
"Yeah, okay tough guy. You're only saying that cuz it's not your stomach being punched like a punching bag" No matter how much Jack was grumbling about the pain, he was secretly glad by it as well. It meant that they were healthy and strong, something any parent wishes for their children.
He blinked at the feel of Aster's paw on his now exposed tummy. His eyes flickered to Aster's face, causing him to bite his lip from laughing at the look of wonder on the Pooka's face as harsh kicks met the pads of his paws.
Ta da! :3 It's longer than what I usually write xD OMG! I wrote over 5,000 words for one chapter! I'm so proud of myself!
How do you guys like it? Is it good? Is it bad? DID YOU GET FEELS?! xP
The song is Halo by Beyonce. Yup, I had Aster sing a song sung by Beyonce. xP I just imagine it much deeper and manliest with an Australian accent, makes it seem that much smexier x3
The kits are coming soon! x3 I'm planning on a litter, the number of kits and their genders will remain unknown. I want your opinions though! How many kits would you guys like to see? Which genders?
NAMES! I need names! :3 Suggestions anyone?
:D Don't forget that I'm open to requests! If you have an idea or want something added in, send me a PM or leave a review, I love hearing what you guys have to say!
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