He did not feel whole, or complete without her here? It was the closest thing he had ever said to admitting his love. Melisma cannot help but smile, even briefly, as she closed her eyes and drank in his words. While others might not think it enough, or even childish that he does not give in words like she had done, the black mare still finds herself satisfied. It was more than enough to her just to be cared for. To know she was missed. And most importantly, someone that would fight for her as she had tried to do for him.
“If not for the safety of our child, he would have never gotten me past the shores.” Melisma quietly promises, and hopes that he knows just how hard she would have fought the Lagoon stallion if she hadn’t been pregnant. The swim was difficult, and the stress could have even contributed to the hardship of giving birth. But it would have been nothing in comparison if she had been kicked in the right place to have killed the precious child inside her womb.
“I hope you understand why I do not want a child this season.” Melisma says as she opens her eyes once again to look at him. Her body was still healing, even now after all this time. She didn’t know how it would handle anything else at this point. “But someday, I wish to give you another child. One that can be brought into the world here, as Phoebe was intended to be.”
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