Phoebe
The Nightingale
His words are a balm on old wounds, softening scars and hurts she kept buried away. Without further hesitation she leaned forward and kissed him fiercely. Being a mother had been her greatest desire in life, one that had stayed with her year after year, even if she had to focus on other things in the meantime. She pressed her forehead against his, grinning brightly, laughter threatening to break through her smile. "I'd love to be their mom." she said softly, unable to help the giggle. Their mom...her.
The thought of being sworn together made her face falter a bit - more trauma surrounded that than children. Sunjata had made sure that would be the case. But...was it so much to ask really? Being married to Sunjata hadn't meant she couldn't walk away when things got bad. Not that she thought they would with Harper but...anything could happen. "We could have rings maybe?" she said, offering her only idea. "I'm not...I'm not sure I want any big ceremony...if that's okay?" she asked, hoping that was acceptable.
The thought of being sworn together made her face falter a bit - more trauma surrounded that than children. Sunjata had made sure that would be the case. But...was it so much to ask really? Being married to Sunjata hadn't meant she couldn't walk away when things got bad. Not that she thought they would with Harper but...anything could happen. "We could have rings maybe?" she said, offering her only idea. "I'm not...I'm not sure I want any big ceremony...if that's okay?" she asked, hoping that was acceptable.
love is the flower you've got to let grow
