blossom children(werewolf story) ( choni )

hurt

Life goes on as normally as it can while dating a supernatural human over the months. They continue working, Cheryl continues her studies for one final semester before she plans to take a deferral maternity leave mid-year.

In the meantime, the morning sickness still plagues her. Toni awakes to the sound of heaving beside her and rolls over to see Cheryl leaning over the side of the bed, retching into the emergency trash can on the floor and reaches to rub steady circles over her lover’s back.

They bask in the peaceful moments where they can spend their time in bed together. Toni holding Cheryl from behind, calloused hands resting on the Redhead’s newly formed baby bump swelling over her stomach.

“She’s got a strong heartbeat,” she murmurs into Cheryl’s shoulder.

“She?” Cheryl rolls over onto her back still encircled in the embrace, bare stomach showing, and joins Toni’s hand over the bump. Toni shrugs and kisses her lover’s temple.

“I can’t wait to meet you, little one.”

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Cheryl notices the maternal instinct shine more and more within Toni with each passing day. The insatiable urge to take care of and nourish her lover and her baby. When she leaves for her run, she’ll usually go hunting, despite having a grocery store so close to home.

And she knows this.

It fills her with a primal sense of fulfilment when she can return home in the evening, to see Cheryl sitting up in her bed to greet her, to see her face when Toni steps into the house with a triumphant grin, feathers sticking out from her hair as she holds up a reasonably sized dead pheasant.

And Toni cooks it for her, assuring her it’ll taste fine, preparing a roast meal and saving the leftovers to make soup the following night. Cheryl slips on a jacket over her pyjamas and shuffles over to the table to take a seat and watch Toni fuss about in the kitchen preparing their dinner.

Her mouth waters when the plate is presented to her, roasted vegetables and meat topped with various herbs. Toni takes a seat opposite to her with her own plate, smiling fondly at Cheryl as she excitedly wolfs down the meal, no doubt gracing her stomach something tastier than the bland and boring foods she had been consuming to keep her stomach at ease.

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Cheryl’s leave arrives before she knows it, as spring rolls past in a flash. She remains at home for most of her days, whilst Toni picks up extra work to compensate. They try to fit at least a walk or two in a week, taking up their favourite park route, hand in hand just to get Cheryl out of the apartment to do something that isn’t shopping or light errands.

And suddenly summer is edging around the corner, temperatures climb as does the size of Cheryl’s baby bump. Summer showers sprinkle over the city, keeping her indoors. She sits propped up in a bean bag with legs outstretched, a heater at the end keeping her feet warm.

A small basket of knitting and crocheting supplies, something Cheryl hadn’t touched in years, sits beside her as she weaves the needle and thread through fabric, stitching a button onto the face of a small plush jackal she’d be spending her free time on crafting for her baby.

Fresh summer flowers sit on the bookshelf with hers and Toni’s photos beside the vase as usual. She glances at her photograph, of the six-year-old Cheryl held between her beloved Mother and Father grinning at the camera. And her heart squeezes at the thought. Of how she wishes they could be here to meet their first grandson or granddaughter. To meet Toni…