The fey took a deep breath as she thumbed through a photoalbum. It had started off as her with her parents, then slowly moved on to her by herself, and then finally to pictures of her and her children. It caused her mouth to flick into a small smile - her sweet, sweet children were a beacon of sunshine in her light. When she struggled to stay positive, all she had to do was look to them to get a smile and a sense of hope. And despite having so many children, she couldn't help but admit she had some kind of itch.. Was she baby crazy? Maybe. But she would argue it was just maternal instinct - A strong urge to have another to be responsible and to care for...
She knew the month was rather dangerous time to want another child, but that didn't stop her want... So it was settled. She would give it a shot, and regardless of the outcome - she would love it regardless, because a mother's love is blind and unconditional. All she hoped was her kids would accept her decision... She laughed a little nervously.
