His Plumpy Mate
I disentangled from Aella, tongue tied and suddenly self conscious, a tiny figure was wrapped in Jessy’s arm and another in Celeste’s the blue and pink blanket differentiating them.
I stretched my hands to take them but suddenly paused halfway, these hands scarred, calloused and tainted by enemy blood. Was it even worth touching them? Even Eden seemed to have gone silent too.
“Come on kid, don’t be shy” Jessy said and pushed him into my arms before I could protest,
“You look so pale, do you wish the ground would open up and swallow you rather than holding your offspring?” She teased
“From how he's holding him you can see it as clear as day, the great Eros Shaw, scared stiff by a newborn” Old