blossom children(werewolf story) ( choni )

monster

Tell me if i make any incorrects

Almost with mechanically perfect timing, Alissa’s sleepy grumbling heightens into a keening wail in the late hours of the evening rousing her mothers, once again. Cheryl groans and automatically rolls over, sliding out of the bed before her mind fully awakens, moving to the small crib across the single-roomed apartment and peering at the wriggling infant inside.

Hushing comforting words and cooing to her little one, Cheryl reaches to pick her up and cradle in her arms, gently rocking and bouncing to calm Alissa even a little. She squirms and twists in her mother’s arms, turning her head towards her chest, tiny hands clench and unclench. ‘Ah, hungry,’ Cheryl confirms when she lifts the hem of her shirt allowing Alissa to feed, and her whimpers die down immediately.

“She okay?” Comes a sleep-tinged voice from the sheets behind her.

“Just hungry,” Cheryl whispers back.

A nightly ritual is formed where Alissa wakes up every few hours, loudly informing her mothers that it’s time to eat again. Luckily, once satisfied, she sleeps again easily leaving cheryl half asleep to slide back under the covers to catch a few more hours of shut-eye.

Toni holds the sheets up for her girlfriend, allowing Cheryl to slip in and press herself against her lover, resting her head on her chest, eyes already drooping.

“She eats like an absolute demon,” Cheryl sighs.

Toni rumbles with a short huff of laughter, “I think she gets that from me, sorry. Ever the big eater I was, as a kid. She’s gonna grow big and strong,I know it.”

“I still wonder if she truly will take after you,” Cheryl wonders aloud. And they both know what she means by this. “How was your upbringing? I mean, like, how did you grow up around average human beings.”

“Mother made me promise to keep my identity a secret, always,” Toni lained.
“

Because people fear what they do not understand. There were incidents in the past, many years ago, people hunting my family down. Torches and swords, shoutings of ‘monster! Beast! Cursed!’

“We lived as secluded as we could. Until I begged my mother to let me go to school with the other children and she reluctantly obliged for the fact that I needed something more grounding in my childhood, a chance to learn and make friends and be social and such.
Since we travelled a lot for her work, I would only have a limited time in schools before packing up and moving on.

“I was quiet, never much good at making friends, so the goodbyes were never difficult, sure.
Keep a distance and you won’t have to worry about them finding out. I was almost thirteen when I got into a fight with an older boy. He was picking on another student, him and his buddies. I didn’t know the student he was tormenting but I couldn’t let him get away with it and stepped up. I threw the first punch and it escalated.”

Toni eyes are focused on something invisible in the distance, reliving the memories as she tells them.

“I remember it so vividly, how furious I was. The adrenaline coursing through me as we traded blows as the other kids gathered around chanting and shouting. I remember the fight going to the ground, when he landed a punch on my jaw and I returned the favour with a headbutt. I landed on top of him and pinned his arms beside his head, glaring down at him.