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The Deceitful Imposter King Of Persia

THE MEME FOR PEOPLE WHO HATE HAPPINESS || ACCEPTING || @notthescarsyoucansee || 36. Our muses sitting at their child’s sickbed.

    Allison didn’t know the stats, she didn’t know how often werewolves had kids that weren’t werewolves, but it really seemed like this was an ‘against all odds’ scenario. She was sure Lydia had figured it out already, the miniscule odds that any of the pack could produce a child that wasn’t some kind of supernatural. 

     Allison knew her odds, but that was for a whole different reason. It didn’t make her any less inclined to love the kids they had, knowing she couldn’t have kids of her own. Idly she thought that if vampires could have babies, then their teething stages would be a nightmare. She pressed cool fingers to the sticky, wet forehead in front of her, feeling helpless. 

     She could fix it, she was sure of that, she could make it go away in an instant, but as Melissa kept reminding them it was stupidly important to let kids get sick and build up immunities. So instead they were suffering, watching their little girl suffer. Allison had volunteered to take the night shift, since it wasn’t like she needed the sleep anyway. And she had assumed she’d be doing it alone (insisted, actually, that everyone else go to bed and get some sleep, worrying was doing no-one any good) at least until Anna appeared in the doorway. 

*tries to draw one*