[se] the poems we write

Evie

Come rest your bones next to me
And toss all your thoughts out to the sea

Evie stretches her legs out in front of her as the pieces find their way to the proper sections, allowing her more leg room. If she truly wanted to she would leave the footstool and go to the actual rocking chair, but for now she's happy to sit hunched over her belly writing in her notebook while watching Deimos work.

It's sometimes a joy to know he's as clueless as she is, and Evie laughs quietly at their joint blindness. "Maybe it is that easy. Usually by time I'm involved, parents have already settled on a name." While she has brought many babies into the world and attended to their milestone checkups, it seems she still has much to learn about having one herself. "Okay, how about we leave that one for now and focus on the girls? I think I may have put us in a bind with the letter tradition, let me think of some D names..." Unfortunately the first to come to mind is Dahlia given the current state of affairs, but Evie refuses to let that throw her off the topic. "Dove? Delphi? Danae?"

I'll pull up each of our anchors
So we can get lost, you and me