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While he can't exactly claim to know her so intimately that he can tell her emotions and her thoughts even just on her face, he does know her well enough to be able to see once she focused on the children that she was using it as an excuse. The puppies were quiet, they were settled for the time being, so it didn't matter much too much to him specifically. She didn't have to face everything right then, and what she was worried over, he would let her process. When she was closer, he pressed a few kisses across her brow with a soft sigh. He nibbled at her scruff once their daughter had settled at Riannon's throat, smoothing out a little bit of fur that was out of place.
“My grandmother, Lotte, she was a morph; she could blend into anywhere, do anything. And she'd tell my father about her adventures with her twin Dagfinn. See, Ceallach didn't think too much on it then, hearing that he'd come from part of a twinset and that two of his siblings were twins - Roarke and Eirlys - and it was probable that he was doomed to have twins.” He began, his tongue occasionally stroking over her brow and down an ear. “My father loved listening to his mama's stories. He'd spend hours there, curled up against her chest. Not unlike you and Ruana, right now. So Ceallach thinks nothing of it, and when my Mama was set to give birth she was having a hard time of it. Not as bad as you had, of course.” He added quickly, not wanting to diminish anything that Riannon had gone through.
“So Mama is cursing and struggling and Papa was just more and more antsy. He's worried and he's pacing and she's miserable and she's struggling, so finally here I am, but a second later came Fiia and Mama kicked out and hit Papa square in the jaw. He was quick to check on me, not realizing Fiia was right there and she'd been born en caul, still in her sac. She popped out with a kick just like Mama had done, and made a mess of Papa's face. I think it took him a full year to get over it. He wouldn't trust her near water at all.” He was laughing softly at the memory, but it didn't hurt as much to talk about his family. It kept them there. Kept them with him.
“If Fiia could see Ruana, she'd laugh. She'd be so proud of our little Stormborn.” He promised. “She would pester you endlessly for your poor taste, though, in tolerating me.” It was a tease, the intentions plain as day. “But I am endlessly grateful for your tolerance of my love.” He said, carefully resting his head across her back, curled up against her and their children.
He wished he could have shown his family everything he had come to find in Cloudrest. He wished he could have shown them what the life he had made looked like.
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