Yes, I was questioning it, I didn’t want to fail as a mother, I didn’t want to have a child teased because his or her mother was unable to actually speak to him or her. It was awful to think of the outcome of what my defect was going to have on my child, should I agree to it. I didn’t need that kind of pressure to think that I could be so awful. I could feel myself already drawing back from the idea of being a parent, merely based on the thoughts I kept hoping that maybe I wouldn’t be such a failure when it came to being a mother, but I knew in my heart that I was going to be awful in more than one sense. I looked at Braylen, trying to figure out if he truly was honest about what he was saying, merely out of my own fears.

His touch upon my neck calmed me, ever so slightly, as the fears kept nagging in the back of my mind. I listened to his words as he spoke I leaned my head closer, resting it slightly against his shoulder. Trying to think as he spoke, my ears twitching as I listened to him intently. I only hoped that what he was saying he meant, that he wouldn’t blame me if we did have a child that ended up being mute. I prayed that it wouldn’t be something he would regret later on down the line.

I lifted my head finally, looking up at him, I drew in a soft breath before I nodded my head, agreeing silently that yes, I was willing, if he was.



isobel ; three ; mustang, brumby, appy mix ; snowcapped dunskin roan ;

female ; mute ; 14.3 hh ; of the forest [braylen's]

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