The water was more than calming, it was therapeutic, something that I decided right then and there that I would do this as often as I was able too, even in the bitter cold. It was so refreshing that I couldn’t deny the feeling. Our bundle of joy seemed to more than agree as it settled down, the waves lulling the child to settle down enough to where I wasn’t constantly cringing every time the baby moved in a way that would cause a jolt of pain to shoot from one place or another. The thought of the matter of still having to wait to meet the child was an anxiety all in one. The desire to see our childs face was so over-whelming that I would give anything to see it now, but I knew in my heart that the child would not survive if he or she was born in this cold weather.

I heard splashing, and at the same time, felt his presence beside me, I turned my head, my nose brushing against his, lingering for a moment before looking back out to the crashing waves. He spoke about the cold, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “It calms me, and the little acrobat too. Makes it so it doesn’t hurt when it kicks so much. So no, it’s not that cold.” I laugh, looking at the water then to him. I try not to make it obvious that I try to look at where he had been injured, only out of concern, hoping he was healed up. I look back to his face and decide something. “Are you feeling back to your old self again?”


- UGH. sorry. -



aureila ; ten ; draft mutt ; silver grullo tobiano rabicano ;

female ; of the forest ; 17.0 hh ;

alexander (x lyden)

joey's gem