“I think it’s perfect.” Zevulun said truthfully, looking at the little girl curled up on the ground, overcome with the exhaustion of her first few hours on this earth. She was every bit of perfection he could think of. His heart filled to think Avalon had spent her days considering a name for their child and thought to keep an angelic tradition which, in a way, was a nod to his late father. “Our little Izizel.” He said with a smile.
Turning his attention back toward Avalon he reached out, ruffling the main lain over her neck with his lips and breathing a soft, warm pool of air over her skin. He could tell she was sleepy too, and knew she needed her rest before Izizel stirred. They’d have a lot to do and very soon – Mariael was growing impatient with Zevulun’s lack of proper introductions, and as much as he’d wanted to keep Avalon to himself, it was time to marry his new family with his siblings. He could only imagine their reaction to meeting darling Izizel.
“Sleep, love,” he whispered encouragingly to Avalon, “I’ll be here to watch over you two.” His heart skipped a beat at the momentum of this moment, and how much it filled him whole. He smiled and brushed his whiskered lips over the skin of her neck softly, doting upon her. “I’ll always be here to watch over you two.”
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