I apologize if this sounds rude–do you know if the babies are going to be human, monster or hybrids? Are your bittys taking it well?
"I wonder how much they'll look scar."
"We'll have to see."
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I apologize if this sounds rude–do you know if the babies are going to be human, monster or hybrids? Are your bittys taking it well?
"I wonder how much they'll look scar."
"We'll have to see."
Do you know what genders the babies are yet?
"I'm Curious to see what these little people will be like."
Ryuss fumbled with the boxes he was helping carry, one misstep and he was suddenly on the ground with boxes around him, bittie snacks, fabrics and toys spilled around him. He blinked to process the sudden change before looking up at his Looming brother. "SANS! YOU MUST CLEAN THESE FLOORS, THEY TRIPPED ME!" "Bro, you tripped on your own feet." "I- WELL....YOU ARE CORRECT BUT STILL!!!" Crim watched from a distance with a smile. The help was great, she noted the pain in her back and the kick of the infants in her belly, two. What a surprise. Ryuss had been very insistent on helping her and Scarr with the rescue as soon as he was told. Even more so when they found out that there was TWO. TWO of them. She was truly grateful for her brother-in-law and the rest of her found family.
"We're gonna do great."
"what..."
Oh god. Oh god. Dear god, no. She didn't know this was possible. This shouldn't be possible. Not because of their relationship, because all her life she was told she couldn't. And now... Now it's happening, now that the hell is she going to do.
Another round of nightmares roused Crim from her restless slumber, eyes opening enough to have the sun beams burn a white spot into her vision. Too tired. Yuck. The only comfort was the heavy weight of her husband's arm atop her, bony but oddly warm. Nightmares always had a way to ruin a nice night. Because, boy, was the night great. Really great. Not very PG though. She grumbled and sat up, moving the heavy arm to just rest in her lap. Her body felt like she'd gotten into a fight with a horse. Scarr didn't know how to keep his claws to himself, didn't he? She blinked the sleep from her eyes and let her eyes adjust to the light. "Mmmmhh..." She glances down at Scarr, looking at every detail of his bony face, eyes softening into something fond. She lifts a hand to tap against his temple, speaking gently. "Hey, Sweetheart, Wake up." "Mmmmmrggg...Wake me up next week.." Scarr groaned, drawing a laugh from Crim. "Noooo, no, We gotta get up and feed the bitties. Up now, Let's-" Crim goes to get up only to have an arm wrapped around her and pull her back into the bed, the woman breaking into a laugh. "Scarr!!" "four.more.minutes." Crim sighed at his grumble, sighing and lying down next to him again. "Alright, Just a few more minutes."
Welcome to PostTale Days! This account is the sister to @thecrimsonrescue with a greater focus on the story of the Au and the lives of the characters, including daily life in the rescue. Stay Tuned!