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I've chosen from The Third Biker Scholar's suggestions and Dbztron2! So thank you :3
Here is the long awaited Third Trimester! xD Also the final trimester!
And just a little note;
"Sandy talking"
"Wind talking"
"Everyone else talking"
And! Wind calls Jack by a nickname she made up for him, okay? She gave him the nickname "Snow" ;)
SMTS 11
Week 28
By now the kits can dream
Jack blinked in surprise, his feet dangling from the dream cloud he and Sandy were riding on. The dark sky was lit up with golden strands of sand, weaving in and around the tall buildings below them. Sandy stood near him, sending out streams of sand carrying children's dreams effortlessly, only turning his head to 'speak' with Jack.
"Really?" He asked his long time friend who only nodded, a knowing smile on his golden face as Jack stared down at his still growing tummy. "They can have dreams now?" Sandy nodded.
At 28 weeks old, children begin having REM, or in other words, dreams. I never know what babies dream about, not until they come into the world. For now, the dream sand follows them into the womb.
Jack nodded, contemplating this new information. So his children could dream now? What would they dream about? Would they dream of warmth? Of Aster's singing? Of playing outside in the snow? Would they dream of happy days outside in the sun? Of cool nights underneath the ever present moon? Of fireflies dancing in the night air?
"Sandy?" Jack waited until the little man turned to acknowledge him, biting his lip nervously. "Do you think you could, ya know, could you send them some dream sand?" He didn't look at the little man in the eyes, his icy colored orbs darting away.
Of course, the little kits are my grandchildren, no?
Jack grinned as Sandy smiled back. With a wave of his hand, Jack watched in fascination as a small stream of sand flowed from Sandy's fingertips. The little amount of dream sand swayed in the wind, slowly inching towards Jack's tummy.
With a look of wonder in his eyes, Jack watched as the sand was absorbed into his body. Almost immediately, the restless little kicks inside him stilled.
Sweet dreams my dearest grandchildren
Week 29
North never saw it turning out this way. He never saw it coming. Since Jack first became a Guardian, Father Christmas had done his best to be the greatest father he could be to Jack.
But North hadn't seen how lonely Jack had been. He hadn't seen the sadness that always seemed to linger in those ice colored eyes. He hadn't seen how Jack didn't have a proper home or how he barely ate enough to be healthy. He didn't see how uncomfortable and at unease Jack had been, and still was, to any form of physical touch.
He hasn't seen any of it. Maybe he hadn't wanted to see it. Maybe he had wanted to believe that Jack was happy. Maybe he had wanted to believe that Jack was always cheerful and happy and wasn't able to feel any amount of sadness. He had wanted to believe that Jack had forgotten about all those years alone and forgotten, ignored. He had wanted to believe that Jack was the cheerful, happy go lucky kid he had always seemed to be. But most of all, North had wanted to believe that they were a family.
Oh, how wrong he was. When Jack had died, when he had moved on, gone to sleep, North had broken. He had been surprised and horrified and saddened and outright miserable.
That week, without Jack, it had brought things North had never thought to think about.
During that week, without Jack, North had thought about how Jack shied away from touch. How Jack did his best to avoid crowded rooms or loud noises. He had thought about how Jack always looked on longingly at happy children playing with their parents. About how Jack closed up whenever someone mentioned the three hundred years he had been alone. He had thought about a lot of things during that week without Jack.
And then, at the end of the week, Jack had woken up. He had woken up and everything had been good again. Perhaps the second most surprising that day had been when Aster and Jack had kissed. That had surprised him. Had something happened the day Jack had died? Had something happened between Jack and Aster? But at that moment he couldn't have cared less, he couldn't have cared that they had kissed because Jack was living and breathing and there.
But weeks after. When Jack had begun living with Aster, North had realized something. Jack and Aster were in a relationship. And that had been shocking to him. His little boy Jack, Was in a relationship.
And then, then Jack was pregnant. Jack was pregnant with Aster's kits. That, that had thrown North into a loop. Jack seemed to be growing up so fast, it seemed like he didn't even need North. Probably never had needed North. After all, North hadn't been there for Jack during his three hundred years of loneliness. North hadn't been there for Jack when he died. North hadn't been there to comfort and protect Jack like a father should, he hadn't been. He hadn't been there for the boy he called a son.
"Dad!" The cheerful voice of the winter spirit echoed throughout Santoff Claussen. And yet, yet Jack still insisted on calling North dad. Even if North sometimes thought that he had failed being the father Jack deserved.
"Son! Vhat brings you here?" North asked cheerfully, wrapping an arm around the younger spirit's shoulders, careful of the large belly his surrogate son now carried around.
And yet North still called Jack son. Because no matter what, that's what they were, right? Sons forgive fathers and fathers forgive sons, that's how it went.
"I wanted to know if you could build a crib for the kits" Jack asked shyly, light blue dusting his cheeks as North roared with laughter.
"Of course, of course, I'll get started right away, yes?" North may have been surprised that Aster had kissed Jack. He may have been shocked when Jack began living with Jack. He may have been surprised when Jack and Aster began a relationship. He may have been dumbfounded when Jack was found pregnant, but North had never felt even slightly disappointed in Jack.
North was proud of his son. He was pleased that Jack was happy and had someone to love him as much as he deserved to be loved. He was glad that there would soon be the scurrying of children in his home.
But to be truthful, North was extremely pleased that Aster would never hurt Jack. Why? Because North had a room in Santoff Claussen filled with weapons. Weapons North knew how to use very well. After all, he'd been known as the Bandit King in his younger days for a reason.
He'd shown Aster the room once, when Jack first moved in with Aster. Oh yes, North just loved to practice with his swords. Preferably when Aster was around, a threat never hurt anybody. Especially if it meant North's son would be happy.
Week 30
He was lying down on Pitch's bed, eyes glued to the dark ceiling above as he huffed. He was in Pitch's lair for a checkup, Dr. Pitch wanted to make sure the kits were healthy and all. Jack personally thought he didn't need a checkup, he was pretty sure the little boxers were a-okay. Little devils kicked and punched whenever Jack ate a meal or so much as layed down.
He winced as he felt a punch to his rib cage. He swore, the kits were having a boxing match.
"Jack. Stop glaring at my ceiling, it's not at fault for your pain" Jack huffed as Pitch strode over to the bed, sitting in a chair he seemingly pulled out of no where before sliding up to the side of the bed.
Jack didn't say anything as Pith gently prodded his still growing stomach. Huffing, he continued his glaring contest with the ceiling, only pausing when Pitch retreated his hands.
"Good news and bad news" Pitch's words immediately sent a cold chill of fear up his spine as his panicked eyes met Pitch's amused golden eyes.
"What's the bad news?!" Pitch shook his head, motioning for Jack to sit back down.
"It's not necessarily bad news, it could be seen as good news actually. It all depends on your perspective of things" Pitch murmured as Jack did his best to calm his racing heart.
"The good news? You're definitely having more than two kits. The bad news? You're definitely having more than two kits" Jack raised a brow in confusion, eyeing Pitch as he sighed.
"Remember, you'll be pushing each kit out of you. That's like being stretched wide open for each kit" Pitch paused, eyeing how Jack paled significantly at his words. Pitch stared, curiosity shining in his golden orbs. Said curiosity turned into panic when Jack's body slumped forward.
"Oh my Moon! Don't you dare faint on me Jack! Who knows what your bloody rabbit will do to me if he thinks I caused you to faint!"
Week 31
"So you're having more than two kits?" Jack sighed, shrugging.
"Yeah, that's what Pitch says" He had gone to visit the only spirit he knew would actually have good advice and information on this kind of stuff. While Jack was good with children, playing, and making winter; romance, pregnancy, and relationships were not his forte. So who better to ask about how to tell Bunny he was most likely having a litter than Cupid herself?
Said dark haired spirit was currently petting a large beast like animal that was sitting near her. Jack eyed the animal curiously, it was about the same height as Cupid, just a few inches shorter than he was. Cupid raised a brow at his silence, before following his line of vision before grinning.
"Oh? You're curious about Majesty?" Jack blinked, returning his attention to the grinning female sitting across from him. They were sitting on one of the many marble balconies of Cupid's Castle. A tea set sat in the middle of a delicately carved white table. The creature was resting by Cupid, head resting on its massive paws.
"So it's a girl?" Jack questioned, turning in his seat to get a bigger look of the sleeping animal. It was 5"5 in height, resembling an extremely large wolf. It's fur was a pure white and a large pair of red feathered wings were folded neatly on her back. She sat up, gazing at him thoughtfully. Her eyes were slitted and a light pink color.
"Yeah. My little helpers, Doves, need someone to protect them when they venture out to help with the matters of love. That's why we have Angels, like Majesty. Most are only five feet tall but Majesty is five inches taller. That's why she's one of my two personal Angels." The way Cupid spoke fondly of the large animal, the Angel, sitting next to her brought a smile to Jack's face.
"She's beautiful" Cupid nodded at Jack's quiet comment.
"I have another Angel. His name is Thanos, he's something Jack. He really is. I think he'd like you. He's pretty tall though. Around seven feet tall, he's Majesty's little love" Jack paled at the thought of meeting the larger Angel, giving a nervous chuckle.
"Um, yeah. It's be great to meet him" Cupid just hummed, running her fingers through Majesty's thick fur.
"Now, you wanted to tell your little rabbit lover about your litter right?"
Week 32
Tonight was going to be perfect. Aster was sure of it. He'd spent days planning to make sure everything would go smoothly.
He'd warned their friends not to suddenly show up unannounced, he'd gathered all the googies into their caves for the night, cleaned the burrow to perfection, practiced making the perfect meal for days straight, and he even had the perfect present for his beloved.
His jackrabbit at the moment was off causing a few blizzards here and there, smaller than his usual due to Pitch's orders to take it easy, and was due back at any moment.
Aster had set up a moonlit picnic on one of the hills in the Warren, overlooking the Rive of Dye. A few fireflies flew around, making it look positively magical as Aster hopped from one foot to the other in nervousness.
His grin widened when he felt the air around him become significantly colder, a clear sign a certain Snowflake was nearby.
"Aster! Nyeeeh. Aster, where are you?" The spirit of winter grumbled to himself, letting the Wind toss him around as they searched for his beloved.
Here? Warren. Rabbit, surprise! Surprise, surprise! Cute! Go, go, go!
Jack blinked as Wind suddenly let him go, causing him to fall. For a moment he feared he would fall but almost immediately warm arms wrapped around him, being careful with his large stomach, which was certainly growing with each passing day.
"Aster!" Jack squealed as said Pooka immediately began hopping. He clenched his fists around soft fur in surprise, looking up questioningly only to be met with soft green eyes holding such a large amount of love in them that Jack blushed bright blue, smiling shyly.
His bare feet gently touched the ground, Aster's arm around his shoulders to steady him as he turned to look at the scene in front of him.
Tears welled up in his eyes, pale hands covering his mouth as he gasped in surprise as he took in the beautifully set up picnic. He turned to look at Aster, who was looking exceedingly nervous.
"I love it. It's absolutely magical! I love you!" Jack threw his arms around the momentarily surprised Pooka.
"Anythin' for you Jacky" And with that Aster carried Jack over to the picnic blanket, settling alongside Jack.
Jack blushed throughout their dinner, smiling softly as they chatted happily.
"You know, this little picnic isn't all I 'ave for you tonight. Got you a gift too" Jack turned to look at Aster in surprise, eyes widening.
"Oh! You didn't have to do that Aster!" Aster just chuckled as he reached a paw into the picnic basket containing the now empty plates. He lifted a small rectangle shaped boxed.
With a grin he crouched in front of Jack, holding the small box out to the snow haired boy. He tentatively picked up the small box, a look of wonder on his boyish features as he gently opened the gift.
"Wow. Aster this is..." Jack trailed off as a knot of emotion emerged in his throat, citing him off as he looked at his gift with watering eyes. It was a silver chain, delicately crafted with light blue blended into the metal. Hanging off the chain was a beautifully handmade snowflake. Pure white in color with a deep green emerald set in the middle, the exact shade of Aster's eyes. Eyes Jack loved to look at. Aster nervously but his lip as Jack stayed silent, admiring the beautiful craftsmanship of the chain and pendant.
"Sorry Jacky. If ya don't like it, I could always get'cha somethin' else-" The Pooka was cut off as Jack catapulted himself into his arms, years spilling from his eyes in happiness.
"No no no! I love it..."
Week 33
"Aster?" It was noon, the sun high in the sky. The warm spring air in the Warren, for it always seemed to be early spring there, rustled through the treetops as Jack shuffled his feet awkwardly. He clutched the pendant hanging on the silver chain, the gift Aster had given him a week before, in nervousness.
Aster was sitting near the Rive of Dye, carefully dipping in a few of his googies. His ears perked, swiveling towards Jack to show he had his attention.
Go ahead. Tell him. Tell rabbit. Mad? No. Loves you. Tell him.
Jack huffed, glaring at the Wind as it ruffled his hair. Wind thought this was going to be easy, but no. This was not an easy thing to say at all. What if Jack told Aster they were having a litter and Aster didn't want to be with him anymore? What if he decided that more than two children was two much? That he didn't want anything to do with the kits or Jack?
"... Do you love me?" Jack mumbled, eyes firmly planted on the green grass in front of him. Not noticing how Aster paused, glancing up at him in bewilderment.
"'Course I do ya brumby" He said, raising a brow at the odd question. Wasn't it obvious?
"Do you love the kits?" Jack's question was subtly quieter and much more timid than his first question.
With furrowed brows, Aster placed the half colored googie he held onto the ground, standing up and walking the few feet to his little mate. With a calming smile, he placed his paw under Jack's chin, lifting it until green met blue.
"Jacky, of course I love the kits. I love you and our little buggers" Aster murmured softly, placing his other paw on Jack's swelled stomach, feeling the gentle kicks under his paw almost immediately. "Now, what brought this on?"
Jack worried his lower lip suddenly feeling very stupid. "I, well, Pitch said they're will definitely be more than two kits... A litter he says... I didn't know, I didn't know if you would... If you would be happy or, or-" Jack's rambling was cut off by familiar strong arms wrapping around him, lips pressing firmly against his own.
Week 34
"Dude, you look ginormous!" Jack paused mid flight, turning to glare at who ever had spoken. He knew he looked big! He was pregnant for Moon's sake! In fact, he'd had to give up his beloved hoody to accommodate his much larger belly. Now he wore a huge black sweater (a gift from Pitch) much like his old sweater except bigger. With his black sweats, his pale skin tone was amplified, making him seem whiter than a ghost.
His angered gaze fell upon Fool, who was currently flying upside down, the wings on his shoes fluttering frantically as he stared wide eyes at Jack.
"I'm pregnant asshole" Jack muttered, getting ready to leave. He didn't feel like putting up with a rude spirit, friend or not.
"Chill, chill Jack! No pun intended," Fool snickered into his hand as Jack gave an exasperated sigh, "I didn't mean to offend you my bro. Just observing that your babies are definitely healthy" Fool ended happily, smiling brightly as he righted himself.
Jack gave him a half hearted grin. "I'm telling you Fool, pregnancy is certainly a pain in the ass"
"Literally!" Fool yelled as he laughed full heartedly. Jack paled slightly at the reminder before giving out an annoyed huff.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever Fool. Better watch out though" Jack warned, eyes twinkling mischievously as Fool paused in his laughing, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
"Since Tooth is mostly a hummingbird, her romantic partner would end up carrying the children. I wonder who that is..." Jack trailed off, mentally laughing his ass off as the part of Fool's face that was visible immediately turned into a look of horror as the blood drained from his face.
"Well shit"
Week 35
"That's Thanos?!" Jack's cry echoed throughout Cupid's castle. They were currently on the same balcony as when Jack first visited. The only difference being Tooth, who had decided to join them this time, needing advice from the Love Guru herself.
The large animal sitting in front of Jack shouldn't even be considered a wolf, much less an Angel of all things! The Angel was seven feet tall, almost two feet taller than Jack, and had a pair of red feathered wings folded on his back. His eyes were slitted, much like any other Angel, but they were colored the same dark red as his wings.
"Yup. That's my lovely Thanos. He's cute isn't he? I think he likes you!" Cupid squealed, quickly followed by Tooth as Thanos licked Jack's face, causing the spirit to splutter as he reached for a napkin to wipe the dog slobber off.
"So Toothy my dear, what was it you wanted to talk about?" Tooth immediately stopped laughing, looking away from Cupid's inquiring gaze as Jack finally managed to wipe away all the Angel slobber.
"Well. It's just. I don't think Fool wants to be with me anymore... When Jack told him that if we ever did get serious that he'd be the one carrying children, he kinda distanced himself from me. I, I don't know what to think anymore" Tooth trailed off, tears falling from her iridescent eyes as Cupid immediately stood up, wrapping an arm comfortingly around the feathered female as Jack quickly wrapped his own arm around Tooth's shoulders aswell.
"I'm so sorry Tooth! I shouldn't have said anything to him, but he just got me so mad. I should've kept my mouth shut, I'm sorry, this is all my fault" Tooth looked up at Jack with watery eyes, a wavering smile on her face.
"No no. It's not your fault Jack. If Fool doesn't want to be with me, better me find out now than later. It's for the best... Right?" Tooth shuddered as she tried to suppress her tears. Cupid had a pained expression on her face, clutching a hand to her heart.
"No no honey! He loves you, he's just a bit surprised. He thinks you'll not want to be with him. He feels that with him carrying the child, it will make you think less of him" Cupid explained, patting Tooth's shoulders comfortingly. Tooth stared up at her quizzically.
"Why, why would I think less of him?" She questioned, sobs subsiding. Cupid bit her lip.
"He thinks that he'll seem more... Feminine" Cupid explained. She always knew what troubled ones heart.
Jack scrunched up his brow at Cupid's words. "But, I'm pregnant and I don't feel that feminine"
Tooth nodded fervently. "Yeah! I wouldn't think any less of Fool! He'd still be manly in my books!" Cupid shook her head at her two friends, glancing at her two Angels who nodded in sympathy.
"But he doesn't know that Tooth. He doesn't know, and he's afraid" Tooth blinked before nodding, gazing at her cup of tea silently. Jack bit his lip, at a loss for what to say. He placed his hands on his stomach, taking comfort in the responding kicks he received (even if it slightly pained him).
He was undoubtably surprised when Tooth shot upwards, a determined gleam in her eye. He glanced towards Cupid, wondering if she was just as perplexed as he was. The dark haired spirit only grinned at him, giving him a knowing wink as they watched Tooth fly off.
Week 36
The sky was almost clear, though a few flakes of snow managed to sneak in through the protective barrier he had made for the group of penguins huddling around him.
Outside the dome shaped shield made from ice, a furious storm was taking place. Jack sighed as he sat down tiredly in a pile of snow. The kits were taking up a lot of his energy these days, he could just barely make the dome keeping the penguins safe from the harsh snow storm outside.
He'd been passing through the South Pole when he'd noticed the large blizzard, temporarily confusing him seeing as the blizzard hadn't been created by him. He concluded either Mother Nature had caused the blizzard or perhaps Old Man Winter.
He didn't really care about it at first, but then he'd caught sight of a group of penguins. A smaller amount of penguins then there should be, huddling in the cold. The storm had most likely separated them from the rest of their family.
But it was nature, perhaps it was meant to be that this small herd of penguins would end up... Gone. So Jack, with a heavy heart, had turned to leave. He'd paused for a second however, turning around to look at the shivering penguins for a moment.
That's when he caught sight of her. A little baby penguin, still covered in downy fluff. She was alone, huddling outside the group of older penguins, giving pitiful little squeaks. The other little penguin chicks were curled up on their parent's feet but this one, this one little chick, was all alone.
He'd felt a longing for the chick and against his better judgement, he'd created an ice dome around the group of penguins, gathering the young penguin chick into his arms. Although he was cold, the young penguin snuggled into his arms gratefully, taking comfort in the chilly embrace.
Said chick was resting on his lap as he sat on the mound of snow. They watched as the older penguins ventured towards the icy walls, pecking at it curiously.
"They're grown. So they're worried about actually being protected. Grown ups are like that. They take things for granted. But children don't. Children have fun. There and now is what matters to them. But grown ups think about the future too much. They worry" He spoke to the penguin chick in his arms, as if she could actually understand him. He shook his head, pausing. He was being silly, she was just a little penguin.
"Ow!" He glanced down at his arms, bewildered to see the little penguin glaring up at him huffily. He glanced at his pecked hand, a mere mark on it.
"Well then. Aren't you a rude little thing?" Jack muttered, a teasing smile on his face as a look of 'Do you want me to peck you again?' Crossed the chick's face.
"Okay, okay" Jack said, putting his hands up in a defensive way as the penguin chick huffed.
"I'm calling you WubWub. Because you just seem like a WubWub." Said Emperor penguin chick chirped happily.
For hours, they sat in the dome, waiting for the storm to stop. When it finally did, the other penguins quickly hurried away, carrying their little chicks along with them. Silently Jack and WubWub watched them leave.
When the last penguin had left, he stared down at WubWub. Not one of them had even glanced back at the little chick and this saddened him.
He knew how it felt like to be left alone, abandoned, invisible. And he wouldn't let the same happen to WubWub.
"Let's go home"
Week 37
"It's not fair!" Jack whined, huffing as Aster just sighed. The Pooka carefully fixed a blanket over his smaller mate, placing a kiss on his lips before stepping back.
WubWub chirped from her place in Jack's arms, Flurry having kicked her head from his comfortable seat on Jack's shoulder, coincidentally above WubWub's head.
Aster shot the googie, Jack's googie he had to remind himself, a look before turning his attention back on said winter spirit who was pouting moodily. A breeze wafted throughout the room, gently ruffling Jack's hair and harshly whipping through a disgruntled Aster's fur.
Not fair, nor fair. Snow! Snow, no move? Relax? Kits. No fun. Play. No play?
Jack sighed, ignoring how Aster eyed him curiously, the Pooka not understanding what the Wind said. After all, Jack was the only being alive who could actually hold conversations with Wind.
"Wind agrees with me," Jack explained, "I just don't understand why I'm confined to bed rest" Aster shook his head, crouching near their nest where Jack was wrapped up in the fluffiest blanket North had ever made, Flurry and WubWub snuggling in it as well.
"You know what Pitch said. Ya only 'ave three weeks 'fore the kits come along. With a litter on the way, it's too dangerous, for you and the kits, to be anywhere but home resting. Crikey! I dun know what I'd do without ya Jacky, I just want you to be safe, a'right?"
Jacks protests ended as he saw the sincereness in his eyes. He huffed, turning away from Aster's inquiring gaze as he ran his finger's through WubWub's downy fluff.
"Okay" He murmured, his face slightly blue as he blushed, Aster's chuckles echoing throughout the burrow.
Week 38
He'd been good. For exactly seven days, Jack had stayed in bed, leaving only to shower and relieve himself. Aster would care for his every need, bringing him food, water, ice popsicles and even little toys North had made to entertain him.
For the first three days, WubWub and Flurry stayed loyally by Jack's side. Playing around near the nest, roughhousing and even rolling around foolishly. Sometimes arguments would break out between the two, Flurry finding someway to tease little WubWub who would immediately retaliate and in the end Jack had an armful of googie and penguin chick whining about the unfairness of it all.
On the fourth day however, WubWub and Flurry had scuttled outside, growing bored with being inside all day. Jack watched them go, not at all blaming them. He'd do the same if he was them. Being cooped up inside all day was tiring. And not the good kind of tired that occurred after a full day of snowballs and fun times. It was the kind of tired where your eyelids would droop and your body would feel numb and sore from lack of use.
It wasn't a kind of tired Jack was used to. The winter spirit was used to playing around, never stopping. He wasn't used to being tired. He had the energy of an immortal child, barely ever needing to rest. He would always be skating, starting snowball fights, running throughout the forest, building snow forts, anything that caught his interest. He'd never actually spent hours, much less days, sitting down doing nothing.
The Wind would try to cheer him up, telling him of wonderful things happening in the outside world.
Baby birds. One fell, he flew back up. Mama bird was proud. River de-thawed. Fish jumped high. Very high. Flowers. Sweet smelling. Would Snow like some flowers?
Jack would always feel a little bit better when Wind visited. Wind had been there for him since he was first born as a spirit. Wind was a constant presence and always seemed to know how to make him happy. Wind was like an older sibling, always looking out for her little brother.
Week 39
Like any other older sibling, Wind made sure Jack was always safe and happy. And being cooped up all day wasn't fun Wind decided. But it kept Jack and the kits safe so that was okay. At least, Wind thought it was okay.
Wind would do anything to keep her little brother safe and if that meant making sure the little winter spirit stayed in the burrow, then so be it. She would bring him lovely smelling flowers or pretty feathers she caught in her currents. Sometimes she even brought a bird to visit Jack, loving his cheerful laughter when the bird fly around, happy to please the young spirit.
But today something was different. Wind knew this. She felt tense and worried and a terrible feeling was growing in her metaphorical stomach, and she knew it had something to do with her little brother.
So with great haste, she flew to the Warren, anxiously looking for any sign of trouble. But when Wind arrived at the Warren, everything seemed okay. A few googies were walking about, some rolling around happily.
But Wind was still worried, so she blew through the open window of her little brother's room.
Her worries were confirmed. Her little brother was frantic looking. He was mumbling to himself, hands clutching the blanket around him, eyes wide and fearful.
Snow! Snow, problem? Snow okay? What happened? Worried. Little brother? Snow, need help?
Jack reached a hand out, Wind gracefully looping through his fingers in a way of comfort.
"Wind. Wind, listen to me carefully" Jack murmured, eyes serious with fear hidden within ice colored orbs.
Wind ruffled his hair, showing she was listening, knowing this was important.
"I need you to find Aster. He, tell him- tell him. The kits Wind. They're coming. A week early. I'm scared Wind. Please hurry"
And so, with a feeling of protectiveness filling her, Wind did what any other sibling would do. She let a breeze wrap around Jack in confirmation before flying out as fast as possible.
She needed to find the rabbit. She knew the kits weren't supposed to come for another week. Her Snow needed her help, needed her to find the rabbit. Find the rabbit and get help. Tell the rabbit her Snow was having his kits. That they were early.
She had to find the rabbit.
This was a bitch to write. It really was. I just wanted to get to the part where the kits are born so badly! X-X I had to restrain myself.
Seriously though. Am I the only one who notices these chapters coming out longer and longer? This is another 5,000 words guys! Almost 6,000! Approximately 5,919! xD I'm so proud of myself!
So I just wanted to know... Where would you like me to end this? You're options are;
1.) Stop when the kits are born the next chapter
2.) Stop at the next chapter and make a sequel about the kit's life's
3.) Continue this story as the kits grow up and decide where to end later
4.) Continue until the next chapter and have a major time skip to when the kits are teens
Either way, I have ideas for what happens with the kits. ;D I even know who the kits would be paired up with if I continue this story. I've figured out personalities and looks.
So yeah. Send me a PM or review with your vote and we'll see what happens next! :D
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