Their Reserve

Magic words.

I'm so so so sorry that I haven't posted in over a month, so so so sorry, take this as me bowing at scraping if any of my lovely readers are still here. 

Please say hi!!! 

I'm so sorry, I been really busy.

Also aware that this isn't that long. But I hope you love it. 

North's POV: (from Sang returning home)

Baby has adopted two children it seems. I'm not entirely sure where they came from? Or why they are here? but they are practically glued to her side.

Corey knew they were coming, Baby vanished for three hours. Just as we realised that she was gone she came back. Or at least as I realised she was gone; Luke knew, as did Corey and Gabe apparently. But they didn't f*****g tell me anything!

Now she's back with two children. Cass and Damien. Both of whom hardly say anything. It's the first time I've woken up and had the, I guess terror affect me (the terror that Sang won't want me). That I've got truly annoyed with my lack of sight. I hate not being able to communicate with someone, with children, children that should be chattering away, enjoying life, not being silent and so still I can hardly feel the air move around them. Children should not be like that, they should be having fun, causing trouble. Lord knows that Luke was causing trouble at this age, I might not have known him then, but the stories are interesting... to say the least.

Plus, he continued to cause trouble for years after, when I did get to know him, get to be one of the ones his mischief affected. What am I saying, he has never f*****g stopped!

The thought makes me smile, for a millisecond then I smell Sang coming closer to me. I hate that I can't read her expression right now. She comes up to me then stops, waiting for me. I can hear someone breathing from by her leg, one of the children, the younger one. The girl. Cass. The one I cannot read at all, because she doesn't speak damn it! The completely silent one, who seems to have learnt that Sang means safety, home, peace, love.

Smart child!

I like her already; I just wish she wasn't terrified of me.

Sang is still waiting in front of me, Luke hovering right behind her, his hard to hear but not impossibly so. Everyone's breathing pattern is different, so different, it's the easiest way to tell them apart. My hearings always been good. Now it's next level. Though somehow Sang can still, if she wants to, sneak up on me. Not that she has. We did a test with her and Luke to see if I could locate them in a room if they were trying to be quiet. For the first time, when I was focusing, I could hear Luke. It was so strange to suddenly be able to hear my creepy ninja brother. I wish It didn't have to be like this, but it's fun to catch him out at his mischievous s**t.

Yet Sang. Nope. Nada. Não. Ochi. Nothing, still. I think she knows how frustrated I get when I can't hear her, because she always makes sure to break her perfect silences for me, makes her breaths a little louder, scuffs her feet a touch, like most people do.

My hand comes up, a second later she rests her cheek there, my thumb swipes across her cheek, feeling her face again. My vison might be gone forever, but I will never stop loving the feel of her skin under my hand, never. I will never stop loving her scent. You don't have to see to love. She turns her face to kiss my palm, silently asking for forgiveness for not telling her.

I can never not forgive her; I love her too much. And it's not that I really think she did anything wrong, in fact I know she didn't! I wouldn't have let her go, despite Cass and Damien needing her. I know that makes me a bad person, but I couldn't, I have this need to know where she is at all times.