12-06-2018, 02:49 PM
My heart saw the things my eyes couldn't see
He is distracted by their daughter, becoming lost in the paternal affection that overtakes him as he fusses gently over her. Distracted enough that he misses the way she looks at him. Misses the too brief span of time her face had displayed the warmth and affection he always longed to see. He’d always been so observant with her, refusing to miss even the smallest nuance and change of her features. It is the only way he could ever hope to read her.
But their daughter had caught his attention, his own happiness spilling over as he wonders at the perfect little being they had created together. She is already stirring, her little face twisting in concentration as she tries to make her new legs obey. He chuckles when her first attempt lands her back on her belly, long, knobby akimbo. She huffs at him, already trying again. Her second attempt nearly lands her on her backside, but Fox is there, using his much sturdier frame to catch her. Holding her until she collects her shakey legs beneath her.
Grinning, he looks up at Lynx, his eyes bright, features so open with transparent delight. Persea takes her first few wobbling steps, triumphant in her success. After a few moments, she finds her way to her mother, nosing beneath her belly as she searches for her first meal.
Fox turns his full attention the girl’s mother then, gaze soft and happy. He closes the distance between them, pressing close to as he trails a row of kisses along her neck to the curve of her cheek. “I think,” he finally says, his tone lightly teasing, “her mother is exquisite and strong and wonderful.” Pressing his nose warmly against her, he pinches her skin lightly between his teeth. Punishment for insulting herself so. “If she is half as great as her mother, she’ll be amazing.”
But their daughter had caught his attention, his own happiness spilling over as he wonders at the perfect little being they had created together. She is already stirring, her little face twisting in concentration as she tries to make her new legs obey. He chuckles when her first attempt lands her back on her belly, long, knobby akimbo. She huffs at him, already trying again. Her second attempt nearly lands her on her backside, but Fox is there, using his much sturdier frame to catch her. Holding her until she collects her shakey legs beneath her.
Grinning, he looks up at Lynx, his eyes bright, features so open with transparent delight. Persea takes her first few wobbling steps, triumphant in her success. After a few moments, she finds her way to her mother, nosing beneath her belly as she searches for her first meal.
Fox turns his full attention the girl’s mother then, gaze soft and happy. He closes the distance between them, pressing close to as he trails a row of kisses along her neck to the curve of her cheek. “I think,” he finally says, his tone lightly teasing, “her mother is exquisite and strong and wonderful.” Pressing his nose warmly against her, he pinches her skin lightly between his teeth. Punishment for insulting herself so. “If she is half as great as her mother, she’ll be amazing.”
Fox
