Mother

3

You were stripping away the Astral skin from a dead fae with Atlas paying close attention fascinated by your work. The black wings shimmered as you carefully stripped them from the rest of the projection and adding upon the baby by removing their own their form just a smidge in the back area. With close precision, you watch the wings latch unto the pink aura and being even more careful as it settles back in their body. You let out a breath of relief seeing they flutter through the incubator, and she takes it as a sign the baby is doing okay if it has the energy to flap its new appendages.

" I want wings!"

" Stop bothering her Atlas."

Roman calls out to the younger monster, and Atlas pouts not wanting to leave your side. You reassured it was quite alright as long as he doesn't trust anything. Seeing this as slight encouragement, he comes closer studying your work while he has a chance. You asked about Amartya, but Roman informs you he's asleep in the room. You become slightly concern as he seems to be taking more naps than usual. He hasn't been eating well either, but you push it off as nothing. You move unto the next being citrine picked specifically picked for a dear friend. It glowed at your touch earning yourself child's excitement from both boys. Walking over to your chest, you retrieved a set of Devil horns for the baby's specialty this time. As you drain what life force is left from them, Roman timidly pulled at your dress to ask of something for you.

" Can.. Can you get me a set of horns for my birthday?"

You think about his request; it having never cross your mind. You didn't see any harm in it you suppose if you can sacrifice the material needed. There are hard times when supplies are too thin to do such a present, but you'll surely try your best. Maybe you should get a cake from the bakery as well? Have they ever experience a birthday before? Should you even bother to start now? You tell him you'll try your best as you continue you work just to feel a sudden pain in your lower abdomen. You weren't alarmed though having grown numb to this for quite some time now. You excused yourself telling the boys to stay there while making your way back to your room. Amartya was sleeping in the corner as you settle in your bed and spread your legs as you feel an object make a passage way through your woman hood. Drops of blood trickle onto the cover as you just to the size of each new child.

You had closed your eyes at one point not realizing Amartya had awoke and walks to your side concern. You jerked away at his touch, and you immediately tell him to go join his other acquaintances. He denied you as he grabs a hold of your arm wanting an explanation. You fall quiet due to the pain and no longer wanting to speak to him.

" I... I can get you help."

" Amartya, no one can aid me with this. Just... stay quiet please."

It was over soon, and you revealed why you became bed ridden. It was a Glassling and two Stonelings all outstanding in their own way. You then try to make your leave then, but Amartya refused blocking you for he says you need rest. You would rather not argue with a child, but you had no time to dillydally as payment needs to replace with what's in your hand. You also have to make a trip to the market for dinner tonight not wanting to particularly starve.

" You just had babies! Please stay!"

" I don't have time Amartya. I'm sorry."

You pushed past the skeleton, but you gave him an accommodating head pat for caring. He responds by hugging which was a bit too close to your liking. You allowed it as you two make your way back to the kitchen; you setting the new commerce on the table. That's when you realize Amartya is leaning against you as if exhausted, and you didn't quite understand what was wrong with him. You set him in a chair as you conjured up an concoction made of many herbs which you stirred within a cup of water. He shakes his head at you not wanting to devour the substance, but he doesn't fight much longer after seeing you cross your arms. He takes it diligently wincing at the taste. You stand there until it's all gone, and you were satisfied to see his liveliness seem to slightly return.

" Thank you."

" You'll be drinking another glass full before bed. Do you understand me?"

He nods not looking forward to it, but he's just glad you cared.

" Why don't you keep your babies?"

You pinched the bridge of your nose not wanting to discuss this with children.

" They're her babies?"

Atlas says looking up at you with disappointment. Roman even wanted an answer, and you try your best to put it into simple terms.

" They're better off without me, and there's too many to begin with. It's also how I make my money, and I have you all now. In meaning that, there's no room for a child."

" Why did you take us in if you didn't want a baby?"

Roman looks at his feet being fearful to ask that question to begin with.

" Because when the time is right, you all will be useful to me. Now, go freshen up while I put them up. We need to gather ingredients for dinner tonight."

All three nodded, but they were a bit sorrowful at your remark. They will accept your blunt nature soon enough for you've never been the affectionate type. You gather up the babies studying the group in your grasp wondering what it really would be like if you did become a mother. You shake the foolish thought away as you placed the little ones under the floorboard along with the rest of your magical objects.