The tent felt like it was humming with the sheer intensity of the moment.
My heart was racing, hammering against my ribs so hard I could feel it in my throat. I was so overjoyed I almost forgot how to breathe. I'd been sensing the shift, but I never imagined I'd wake up to this—to them.
My babies were absolutely perfect. Every roll of baby fat, every twitch of a tiny tail, every blink of those wide, bright eyes felt like a miracle I'd designed with my own hands. But as I sat there, buried in their soft, warm weight, reality flickered in the back of my mind. This definitely put a halt to all our plans for the marking. The ruts, the pearls, the intense one-on-one time—it could all wait.
I wanted to spend every second of the next few days just learning the curve of their new little faces.
Ah, that means I'll be taking more than one day's break from the construction, right?
