She was anxious to meet her nephew and nieces. Teha had never had kids of her own and, quite frankly, she adored little bundles of love. They were innocent and cute and in need of lots of teaching. It hadn’t really crossed her mind that they really weren’t that small anymore—that she was acting the way Bucky acted over his niece. Either way, they were five years younger than her, and in wolf terms, that was a lot. She could be their grandmother. But no. She was the real dope aunt.
“I’m getting old,” Teha finally admitted, sighing. How many years did she have left in her? Five? Four? It wasn’t like she was helping herself every time she face planted. She should have just had kids when she was two. She would have been able to have great great great… great(?) grandchildren by now. And if the math there is wrong, then let it just translate to super fabulously great grandchildren.
Had she ever even told her friends how old she was? Belarus was obviously the youngest, but she didn’t know his exact age. “I’m inching towards 6 years,” the female admitted. She’d be infertile at some point. Age and all. She’d have to live vicariously through her nieces and nephew, then. Watch them grow up and adopt their kids. Not that she’d actually steal their kids, but a girl could dream.
Jul 11, 2018 12:22 PM
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