Doting mother hen and his baby bun [bl]

Chapter 11: Stop Worrying! Home We Go!

Upon the petals sit a hundred beads of water, each one a perfect sphere, brilliant in the morning rays. Each drop sits so lightly, yet together they are enough to cause the bloom to bow toward the earth. 

So delicate is the flower that even these scatterings of dew are significant. Soon the gentle heat of the morning will send him back to the clouds and the bloom will raise his head, calling to the summer bees.

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One click and Ying's eyes are open. Ying awakes without warning, eyes flung so wide each iris is a perfect orb of shiny platinum. In the blackness he moves slowly enough to make no sound, fast enough to reach his blaster. After so many times of nearly being killed in his sleep every action is automatic, reflexive, efficient.

How long had he been out? Days, months or even maybe years? He has lost track of time. Translucent sweat trickled down his dewy skin. As if he had awaken from a peaceful slumber. Not battling for his life, where blood stained his hands. Ying let out a shaky breath as his silver eyes darted around what seemed to be a makeshift house.

The hut crouched in the shadows like a sleeping bear. This lumpy den of thin mud-clay walls with a small opening a the front barely large enough for a scrawny child to crawl through, was topped with last season's torn of winter branches and browned bracken. All in all it looked as storm proof as a teabag, like it would wash away in the first decent downpour of fall.

The wooden plank which was supoosedly a door swung open revealing a man with fiery red hair and a dead animal on his back. The others eyes seem to have widened at the sight of the awaken ger. A warm smile soon crepts its way onto the crimson haired male.

"It's seems your awake now. How are you feeling." Jiang dropped the prey in his hand and waltzed over to Ying. Then sat on the bed next to the ger.

"How long has it been. How long have I been sleeping." Ying clenched his fist unconsciously, as if scared to hear the answer. What if it had been 10 years. It pained him to imagine being away from his child for that long. Would Bai have forgotten him by then. Would Ying have skipped his baby buns whole childhood. Ying shook his head at the thought.

"It has been 5 years. I'm quite astonished, I would have expected it to be longer with the condition you are in. I'm glad your back here safe." A larger yet gentle hand placed itself on top of the quivering smaller hand.

Ying was slowly processing all the information. Was 5 years considering a long time. Children tend to forget their childhood, right? At least he is in capable hands, probably enjoying a good childhood. Although Ying did not know Wang much, but something in his gut told him it was someone trust worthy.

At least my baby is happy. Even if it is without me. If Bai saw him would he recognize Ying. I don't think the ger could bear if he heard the words "Who are you?". It would break the males heart to tiny bits. No mother, or anyone in fact would want to hear that. Each word would be a blade plunged into his heart. Ying felt as fragile as glass at the moment. He's been through ups and down. From high in the sky to the bottom of the merciless ocean.

His silver eyes looked as if an ocean had been encased inside of small glass marbles. He imagined the words being spoken "Go away. I never want to see you" he said. Then the smooth spheres appeared to be cracked; the ocean had started to leak, little water droplets streamed down Ying's rosy cheeks. Hadn't he been through enough.

All Ying wanted to do was hug his baby tight. Whispering sweet words of nothing into the little one's ears. Telling him he's not alone and his mama will always be by his side. Kissing him all over the face causing the little one to burst into fits of giggle. At least feel that warmth for at least one last time. To see that toothy smile of his child. Even if it wasn't his, Ying still thought it was his cute adorable son Bai.