Now this... This was nice...  Low purrs left the Voildings throat as her husband ran his fingers through her hair. The pair happily lay cuddled on their couch. Their floor was silent, well except the sound of Sketches purring. Luckily for Bass and Sketch Aurora had agreed to watch the youngsters for them.             They had been through so much...

The goat cat had to stop herself from tensing when the thought ran through her head. Instead her grip on Bass’ leather jacket tightened as she let his gentle theme even out her emotions. Sketch then looked up from where she lay atop her husbands chest, “Heya’ Babe??”

The morning sun shown through the hospital window, it caused the still weak goat-cat to stir just the slightest bit. The poor mom was still not feeling like herself, and a certain sadness rang through her theme as she has not got to spend alot of time with her baby boy. She slowly opened her eyes and weakly called, “b-babe??” She was hoping he was there, and that he was holding a little bundle.