She keeps them in quiet for some time, hearing the birds; her breath, and Caan’s beside.
“They are beginning to move, a little.” Her voice is embarrassingly wobbly with an absurd flood of emotion. She stares down at her belly. At her babies.
There is a longer pause.
The silver feels it best to limit the pressure placed on him. Caan is being uncharacteristically close, but his nature is so much more complex. Suddenly she understands something; that she fears pushing him away. Dark eyes life to take in his quiet face.
“Caan, I would like for you to be as involved with them as you wish to be.”


