Stream smiled as she looked down at her children, not an hour old. Ivy, her tiny daughter,had already fallen asleep against her. Her son, Kieth, gently shifted about, his pale yellow eyes slowly sliding closed as he yawned. She felt little Keith's hand wrap around her thumb, holding tight. She was amazed at how strong he already was, his tiny little fingers holding tight. She could feel the nubs of his claws, and the tiny pads on his fingers, untouched by the world around them.

A soft cooing emerged form her lips as her son nosed around her breast, before latching on and starting to drink.

"There you go little one." She whispered, gently shifting to hold Keith closer to her.

The curtains leading to the birthing room slid open and Jim stepped inside, a water-skin in his hands. A soft smile crossed his face as he made his way over to the side of Streams bed and bent down, gently sliding his arm behind her head and stroking her hair.

"Hey how are you doing?"

"Tired." Stream whispered back, fighting to keep her eyes open. "Very tired."

"Not surprised."

"How... how long was it."

"Well the sun is down."

Stream turned her head a little, "All night? Must be almost morning..."

Jim chuckled and nuzzled Stream's cheek. "No love, the sun just went down."

With a sigh, Stream relaxed against the pillows. "No wonder I feel so tired."

"Go to sleep, I'll keep watch."

"I just want to look at them for a bit longer," Stream whispered. "Just look Jim... just look at what we made together."

A single tear slid down Jim's cheek as he stared down at Stream, Ivy and Keith, his family. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself as Keith continued to suckle, softly grunting to himself as he greedily drank.

"You sure you still wanna have five more?"

"If it feels like this...definitely." A happy tear ran down Stream's face as Keith, finally satisfied, let out a soft squeak as he yawned and snuggled against his mother to sleep.

"I promise little ones, I will always be there for you."

A gentle movement from Stream shook Jim out of his loving trance. Stream had fallen fast asleep, her breathing steady as she continued to cradle her children.

"I love you precious one." Jim smile and planted a gently kiss on her mate's forehead. "Sleep well."




Created for my mate for his birthday. Love you Jirra, my precious one.

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