Exton

Stoney smiles softly, stroking back Tomas' curls.

"Non mon amour. He is just making sure this is not a dream... just like his maman. Sleep Chaton. I am here, all is well. Tara is content. I think she will gain strength." He strokes her tiny hand with his pinkie. Her fingers wrap around his. "The demifae gifted her for the future. He would not have done that if he did not sense one. Besides..." He tugs lightly and she retains her grip. "She is a strong one, aren't, mon petit?"

Tara looks up at him, eyes bright. Her lips pucker and Stoney laughs. He blows her a kiss. Tara smiles.

"See... all is well. Now rest mon amour. Your body needs it and our bebes need a strong maman."