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Cooking a rejuvenating soup.
He was a father.
That very simple fact had at first undone Once Forgotten and then neatly fit the pieces of his heart and soul together in exactly the way they should have been in the first place.
He’d walked through the pregnancy in a daze, swinging between doting father-to-be and a complete I’ll-never-be-good-enough wreck. The wait had seemed to last forever and each day his fears compounded. His own father had never been there, how was he supposed to know what to do?
Then the day came and there were five. Five. (Well, she was a Legendary, it seemed to make sense that she’d be fertile.)
His worries, his doubts, every single shred of uncertainty simply vanished the moment he laid eyes on them. He would do his best, he would be always be there, they were his and hers and all would be well.
It had been three days now and while he loathed to leave the eggs and sacs unattended (well, Cue was there and so was the wasp but babies need their daddy), it was his job to find the correct sustenance for his- his… mate? What did he call her now? What did he ever call Cue? Their relationship had always been undefined, even once she’d revealed her pregnancy.
Inspired by a recent visit to Rise&Shine and a run in with some doe who knew about roots and special healing plants, Once Forgotten had decided to try his hoof at cooking. Soup was the order of the day. It was already bubbling away nicely in an upturned turtle shell over a bed of coals.
However, there were a couple more ingredients he needed to procure, so with two (or twenty) quick backwards glances, he set out.
Jun D