"It can sometimes take many lifetimes for a creature to achieve their dreams," Saoirse assured them all, her voice soft yet firm, carrying the weight of experience. "But I believe the great bear has found love now, hasn't she?"
The rabbit beamed a bit and nodded, her secret that she had been the cause of the union of her parents making her heart want to burst with happiness.
"The great bear Arrow is you momma!" Sroka exclaimed amazed.
Saoirse smiled warmly and nodded. "Yes. My mother told me she had a vision of my past life the day I was born. She shared that story with me once, when I was little, and it's always stayed with me."
Sroka beamed, her eyes sparkling with determination. "Then I'll be the best protector of my family!" she exclaimed with all the fiery passion of her youth.
"Slow down, little one," Sirius interjected with a chuckle, his tone affectionate yet steady. He held Lachlan in his arms, who had wiggled relentlessly during the story. The baby now lay on his forearm, limbs dangling like a little rag doll as he stared at the flickering flames of the lamp. His eyes were drooping as Sirius swayed him calmly until they eventually closed.
"Let Mommy and Daddy protect you for now. Your job is to grow strong, learn, and, most importantly, not hurt your friends," he said, glancing pointedly at her.
Sroka nodded, "ok daddy." The orphan girl curled up in the bed with Elatha and the two children snuggled as Saoirse tucked the blankets around them. Saoirse smiled at the sight, gently tucking the blankets around them and brushing a hand over Sroka's hair. Sroka leaned into the touch that she had never had before and smiled, glad to be wanted.
Sirius placed Lachlan back in his crib that was borrowed from when Elatha was a baby. And the parents turned out the lamp which burned real flames.
(One thing about electricity in the old world of Sirius and Saoirse's time was that it wasn't often used to light homes. Flames were softer on the eyes and more practical for most creatures, as many saw well in the dark. Humans relied on electric lights, but this story isn't about the humans. At least, not yet.)
(I thought about my mother's perspective on her life and how I had helped her to achieve that love story which I was very happy about. Things felt nice. Wait…. Where had my parents gone off to?)
Sirius and Saoirse retreated to find their room, their steps slow and heavy with the tension and emotional exhaustion that had been building up over the past few days.
Ériu had already gone to bed so they didn't intend to ask her what the upcoming plans she had were. She would surely keep her word and tell them tomorrow.
The quiet between them was comforting, but Saoirse couldn't ignore the thought gnawing at her mind.
"I'm sorry I'm not pregnant," she said softly, her voice laced with guilt and sadness. "The nausea has stopped, and I just… I know it's not happening."
Sirius took her hand and suddenly saoirse felt herself being pulled to the room that they were to stay in during Sirius' training here in Nefilheim. Sirius grew his fangs and with one fluid motion, saoirse was pushed against the door without opening it. Her back pressed firmly against the door and the front of her pressed firmly against the front of him, making her aware of his desires.
She could see his eyes were red and his heart beat faster and one thing was on his mind. "We can try again my love." His voice with a slight edge of hunger, he had clearly taken a liking to fresh blood. He buried his face in her chest and smelled her which interested her immediately, ruining any resolve of hers to hold out on him. "I don't worry anymore because I don't have Taz with me to take over my body and we can stop anytime that we need to." He said kissing her neck.
(Why had they not invented birth control in Midgard until the 1800s I do not know, but I knew one thing; it didn't feel like they were going to conceive me this time. It was so strange, so I didn't care.)
Saoirse nodded, her breath catching as he kissed her, his fangs brushing against her neck. She reached behind her, fumbling to open the door, and pulled him into the room. The door shut behind them with a soft thud.
Kissing fervently, Saoirse pulled Sirius with her into the room amd then pulled him on top of her on the bed and removed his shirt off of him.
She revealed his tight lean muscles on his chest and back. His muscles on his arms held him up as he hovered above her; their pelvis' pressed firmly together though and he bit down on her neck.
Then he sucked her blood, which filled her with want for him that she couldn't hold back. Her werewolf claws erupted from her fingertips and scratched at him, tearing his flesh a bit. He drank deeper. His cuts from her claws closed up immediately and then he began unbuttoning his jeans.
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Later, as they lay together, Saoirse nestled into Sirius's arms, her body still humming with the connection they had shared. The room was quiet, save for the soft crackling of the flame in the lamp
Saoirse had let him fill her belly a second time that night and it hadn't been their plan, but this time, she felt like she was truly fertile. They lay done together afterward, her body in his embrace and rested. Her arms caressed her belly like a promise because if a werewolf is fertile, they almost always concieve.
("We are going to get into so much trouble." A sudden voice next to me said. I the narrator have an announcement to make, and I guess that is, that I am no longer alone.
(What is a Dís? You might have asked again and again? Well, my 6 other werewolf siblings who appeared next to me that day told me that it is a spirit that is also waiting for their body.
(Oh crap.")