When the returning call of Geçersiz fills her ears, Ashteroth closes her eyes and allows a deep breath to fill her lungs before she slowly lets it out in utter relief. Though his sound is panicked, she knows it is nothing else but his worry that causes it. She had left him without explanation despite the constant worry she saw on him. Perhaps it had been cruel of her, and guilt tightens it’s fist in her belly, but as she opens her eyes and sees him, she knew it was too late to take back. He looks more worked up and stressed than she had been, and in her own exhaustion, Ash has a hard time not giggling at the absurdity of it all. This had to be a pregnancy dream, right?
When Gecko spills questions so quickly from his mouth that Ash doesn’t even have time to answer a single one, she just stands quietly, her blue eyes watching him calmly. The misery is gone (for the most part) and the hormones that had been raging inside her are momentarily hushed. It gives her an infinite amount of patience she hadn’t had only hours ago. When his words seem to run out, a tired smile pulls at Ash’s dark lips, only falling away when he finally notices the girl’s condition.
“She was not born ours.” Ashteroth replies. Her first words to her companion are quiet, the exhaustion filling them that she hadn’t meant to bleed through. It almost made her voice sound not her own. “But she is ours now.” There is no explaining what happened to the filly, and Ashteroth does not want to relive the scene that she had found the her. Instead, she blows out a breath before lowering her head to softly nuzzle at both sleeping children.
“They don’t have names yet.” Ashteroth says, letting her warm breath tickle across the blue flank of their son. He stirs a little to show his annoyance but doesn’t open his eyes as he wants to continue his nap. “Help me decide once you’ve taken care of her.” She might have carried the colt and brought him into this world, and she might have found the filly, but Ashteroth knew it was not going to be just her that raised them. Her blue eyes flick up to him, taking Gecko in as he searched for the herbs. The gratitude that welled up in her chest nearly caused tears to prick at her eyes, but she quickly blinked them away. He deserved more from her, to be told exactly how she was feeling. But Ashteroth didn’t know if she would ever be able to let it out of her iron tight grasp. No matter how freeing it might feel.
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