The Joys of Pregnancy

Lifebit# 5

I sat on the couch, yarn in one hand and kroche needle in the other. On my lap sits a large fury green blanket. Next to me, on the floor, lay two much smaller blankets. One light blue and purple, the other a deep red and pink. All made out of the same fux fur yarn. I had been working on these blankets all day for my two little ones. All the while humming a song that my sister 13 would sing us to sleep.

I finished the last stich and gathered up the super soft blankets. I moved them into the room we had designated as the nursery. It was a decent sized room, with plenty of room for them to grow into their toddler stage before we would have to move them into their own rooms when they were big enough. It was also close to our room so we could get to it quickly if we had too. I set the blankets down in the corner, right next to a pile of a few other things we had collected.

I looked at the pile and sighed. We still had so much left to get and time was starting to run out. I saw a flutter by the window and turned my head. A little owl stood on the willow still before flying off. A smile graced my lips as I took in the view of the beauifull forest my children would have. It was one of the reasons why I wanted them to have a room on this side of the house.

I walked over to it and sighed again, but this time in contenment. Again my song made it's way to the front of my mind. I had the urge sing it again, only this time to actually sing it out loud.

Sleep my little one,
I know it's cold tonight,
The days are hard,
Each one a new fight
But trust me when I say,
It will all be alright.

The first part brought back memeories of cold and hunger with our sisters being the only comferts we had on those long nights.

Because I had this dream
I was flying ever free,
And you where there
Right next to me.

The second part brought back memories of all the time we traveled. Long distanses we would go, aways by each others side, through thick and thin.

We would fly twords the Sun
Resting on the moon when we were done.
Jumping from star to star was such fun,
All our sadness we did shun.

The third part brought back memmories of time when we would chase the setting sun. We would dance around the fireflys, bugs that were little stars on Earth. Then we would rest under the moons soft glow, happyness still in our smiles.

We were all there,
Not one of us alone.
We could love all we want,
Our hearts no longer made of stone.

The last part brought back memories of us all during those times. One of the few times we all acted like the children we were. Not callused or cold to the world, but happy and full of love for the world and each other.

"That is a cute song, or is lulluby a better word for it." I heard Ivan say from behind me. I was used to him sneaking up behind me by now, so I didn't jump much.

I turned around to face him, a bright smile on my face. "Thank you. I grew up the first time with that song. 13 would sing it to us almost every night to lull us to sleep. She wasn't even that good at singing, but it still comferted us." I said as I turned away. He wrapped his arms softly around my waist in a comferting hug. "Occassoinly Vivika would do it too, but she would only do it during the winter on days when we had no food. Now her voice, it was like an angels." I looked back up at him. "I have been around for a long time, and never once have I heard anyone come close to her. No one has ever come close to her depth, tone, or feeling."

"I do wish I could have met her." He hummed thoughtfully.

"Yea, well, if she had met you she would have probably killed you. Or at least tried." I laughed.

"Do you really think she could have killed me?" He asked with a smirk and a raised brow.

"If she wanted to, yes. Definetly a hard yes." I nodded my head, a somewhat smug look on my face. "But I think she would have liked you, if you survived long enough for her to get to know you."

"You have so little faith in me."

"Quiet the contray my dear love." I smiled at him. "I do have faith in you, but I have faith in her too. So while I know you would put up one Hell of a fight, and quiet possiably hurt her pretty badly too, I still belive she could kill you is she wanted to. She would just have to fight harder against you then a normal nation, so, you have that going for you."

"You  know what, Freadka? If she had to deal with raising you, then I'm pretty sure she had to be made of stone." He laughed as he pressed closer to me.

"More like Iron." I giggled. "And you know what?"

"What?"

"So will our daughters. They will be the strongets of them all." I sighed happily.

"Da."

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Sorry for not updating in, like, a month. I had taken on a second job so I could pay to further my education. I'm trying to go for welding so I can be payed a lot of money, and not have to work 13-15 hours a day. So please be patient with me. I'm trying, I'm just really tired all the time.

Okay, a little late on this one, but August is the birth month of the Benithe the Surface series. That's right! The series is now more then a year old! So I decided to have a little game set up in celebration for it. Well, more like another one of my questions with a prize. This time, who ever answes the question first correctly gets a one shot from me! I will message the winner the details, but it will be a one shot over your favriote Hetalia ship(s). You tell me what you want, and I will deliver.

So, here's the question; What is Vinelands nickname for Alfred?

Please put the answer here to make it easier on me, thanks.

I'll try to update again soon.