101. Ivan

So I’m a father now. A week in and every time those little cries start up it hits me over the head. I’m sure the realisation will sink in soon. Cherish is fantastic, of course. I thank the Moon Goddess every day that I was home in time for her to confess her fears to me, before her labour started.

It would appear labour can vanish from the minds of women very quickly. Cherish even jokes about having another, as if the bloody carnage that revealed itself never happened.

For me it is burnt into my memories. Coupled with the joy of the babies safe delivery was the terror at seeing how her body was pushed to it’s limits.

Deep down there was some guilt, her wolf gave so much of its strength to me in order to pull me through that final attack. There was a deep-seated fear that somehow, I was responsible for her pain and suffering.

However the little ones were just amazing. Genevieve and Cillian. Their blue eyes peeping in wonder, fascinated by the world around them.

Not only am I a fath