It is a good thing that he hadn’t asked her if the child was his or not. That question, and his doubt, would stand between them. Like all the other things they still hadn’t talked about. One of them her fear that her child didn’t have just one, but two blood siblings.
Levi disappearing again had hurt, but not nearly as much as finding his scent all over Kolera. In the very same way as it had clung to her own too. She does not regret the deed, but she does regret her obliviousness. In her bitterness Amorette never noticed his lingering presence, the watchful eye from afar. Not until he is at her side, when she least expects him to.
His timing could have been better, but all what matters to the ebony mare right here and now is to know that he is there for her. For them. Right when she needs him the most. No words are exchanged, only gentle touches and caresses through childbirth.
She is glowing. There is no other word to describe how she feels. Her love flows over, and it only grows stronger with each moment that passes. ”He is,” she murmurs softly in reply, unable to tear her gaze away from her son. Though she does allow Levi to touch him, Amorette does not pull away herself. Nothing in the world could separate them, only she herself could. And for that she is definitely not ready.
The flames surprise her, where, in fact, they should not. After all, he is Levi’s son. Slowly her dark lips curl into a smile and lovingly the reaches out to nuzzle the colt. ”Byrne,” she answers after a while, only slowly able to tear her gaze away and meet Levi’s gaze. ”What do you think of Byrne?”
She might be the mother, but the colt is as much Levi’s as hers. And although she appreciates him to allow her this, to give her this, she simply wants his approval. Needs it, as his presence gives her hope somewhere deep down. Would it proof to be futile?
Movement makes it unable for Amorette to hold the tall stallion’s gaze. Instead she finds herself looking at the colt, so frail and small, and yet so strong and distinctive already. She watches him moving his legs, forcing herself to take a step back to allow him his space. He would need it, in able to even try to get up. ”Byrne..” she mumbles lovingly.
Right now, he is all she allows on her mind, all other things can, must, wait.
Amorette
Quand on n'a que l'amour.
