07-23-2016, 12:43 PM
I would have expected quiet moments with Zur to be hard to come by, with three young daughters happily devouring our attention and stealing our hearts. But ours aren’t the only hearts they’ve stolen, and we have no shortage of eager and willing babysitters. Well, and the one not so eager, but still willing. It’s good for Tycho to be grounded in family, to be wrapped up in love at every opportunity, to know what it is to be close, because the people who love him won’t stand for anything but.
Oh, not that we push him. Never that. But a family that loved less ferociously would let him withdraw in that quiet way of his, let him isolate himself entirely because it is easier and more comfortable and less demanding of emotion and vulnerability when those are things that do not come naturally to him. In the less than two years that we have been back here, I’ve watched my nephew grow from a brilliant reclusive boy who barely abides physical contact, into a young man who loves each one of us in his unique way.
God, I love that kid.
Shouldn’t call him a kid anymore, really. He’s at that age, one I know far too well, where tension simmers just below the surface. Where the weight of expectation, of who he feels he should be, of who he wishes he could be, frustration and hormones and needing to live up to--maybe I’m just projecting a little too much of myself onto him, but I remember the turmoil of those years, struggling through the transition from boy to man. And I’ve seen glimpses of that in his eyes lately. Maybe I should have a talk with him. Just to check in. Let him know I’m here for him just like I’m here for Dara and her three gorgeous new siblings.
I lean against my Zur, resting my head against his neck, revelling in the feel of his mane against my face, of the smooth expanse of his neck against my cheek. So lucky, I’m so fucking lucky, and sometimes I can hardly breathe for how much I love. Him. Them. All of them. I fought so hard against coming back here, dug in my heels and resisted, and I still don’t quite know what made me come back. But I am so glad I did. I have never, not in my entire life, been happier than I am now.
I can tell Zur wants to get back to the girls, and I can’t blame him. They’re everything. So I press a kiss to his shoulder and then turn the gesture into a gentle nudge. I’m not ready quite yet, and the quiet sound of approaching footsteps suggests there’s a reason for me to stay. I’ve been wanting a moment alone with Pazuzu since the triplets’ birth, and here he is.
We both watch Zur walk away, and my eyes linger on my mate’s ass as they are wont to do any time he departs. Mmh. Quiet cuddles in the moonlight are great and all, but next time I get him alone…Zur disappears into the forest eventually, and I feel like he must have walked slowly on purpose just to give me a little longer to ogle him. Good man, my Zur.
Once he’s gone, I manage to tear my eyes away, turning to look at Pazuzu as he does the same, and I grin at the smirk on his face. “I suppose I did.” My voice is just a little husky, lingering notes of the fire Zur stirred in my belly and an answer to the look in his eyes. I let the moment draw out, let it hover in the air for a couple of heartbeats before closing the distance between our bodies and pulling him into my embrace and hugging the everliving hell out of him. “Thank you. So fucking much, Zu. I don’t have words that could even come close to saying it, but what you did? Those girls are everything, they are the most amazing gift, and I am so goddamn grateful.”
Oh, not that we push him. Never that. But a family that loved less ferociously would let him withdraw in that quiet way of his, let him isolate himself entirely because it is easier and more comfortable and less demanding of emotion and vulnerability when those are things that do not come naturally to him. In the less than two years that we have been back here, I’ve watched my nephew grow from a brilliant reclusive boy who barely abides physical contact, into a young man who loves each one of us in his unique way.
God, I love that kid.
Shouldn’t call him a kid anymore, really. He’s at that age, one I know far too well, where tension simmers just below the surface. Where the weight of expectation, of who he feels he should be, of who he wishes he could be, frustration and hormones and needing to live up to--maybe I’m just projecting a little too much of myself onto him, but I remember the turmoil of those years, struggling through the transition from boy to man. And I’ve seen glimpses of that in his eyes lately. Maybe I should have a talk with him. Just to check in. Let him know I’m here for him just like I’m here for Dara and her three gorgeous new siblings.
I lean against my Zur, resting my head against his neck, revelling in the feel of his mane against my face, of the smooth expanse of his neck against my cheek. So lucky, I’m so fucking lucky, and sometimes I can hardly breathe for how much I love. Him. Them. All of them. I fought so hard against coming back here, dug in my heels and resisted, and I still don’t quite know what made me come back. But I am so glad I did. I have never, not in my entire life, been happier than I am now.
I can tell Zur wants to get back to the girls, and I can’t blame him. They’re everything. So I press a kiss to his shoulder and then turn the gesture into a gentle nudge. I’m not ready quite yet, and the quiet sound of approaching footsteps suggests there’s a reason for me to stay. I’ve been wanting a moment alone with Pazuzu since the triplets’ birth, and here he is.
We both watch Zur walk away, and my eyes linger on my mate’s ass as they are wont to do any time he departs. Mmh. Quiet cuddles in the moonlight are great and all, but next time I get him alone…Zur disappears into the forest eventually, and I feel like he must have walked slowly on purpose just to give me a little longer to ogle him. Good man, my Zur.
Once he’s gone, I manage to tear my eyes away, turning to look at Pazuzu as he does the same, and I grin at the smirk on his face. “I suppose I did.” My voice is just a little husky, lingering notes of the fire Zur stirred in my belly and an answer to the look in his eyes. I let the moment draw out, let it hover in the air for a couple of heartbeats before closing the distance between our bodies and pulling him into my embrace and hugging the everliving hell out of him. “Thank you. So fucking much, Zu. I don’t have words that could even come close to saying it, but what you did? Those girls are everything, they are the most amazing gift, and I am so goddamn grateful.”