A corner of the Burrow's main living space was completely dedicated to a mound of comforts that had no name, but was certainly understood to be the domain of the woman currently nested in the center of it. Ven, a Famine alchemist with a keen talent for poisons, was as adverse to clothing as her mate. She was in the middle of becoming as adverse as possible to clothing on both of them when their youngest child made her presence known.
Unable to help herself Ven laughed and shook her head. "Now don't lie, Nine, that's not true. I could keep you wherever I wanted you for as long as I wanted to." Her voice was a thrum, a low purr, but she too was reaching out for Camixi.
The three of them were in each other's arms, content to be close, as the brunette snickered at the banter between her mothers. Humans might have been scandalized by such open sexuality but both Nine and Ven didn't hide from their girls. They celebrated what they had. Openly. Often.
"Okay, Mama, but besides that Mom will always be there for me. Right?" Insecurity crept into her voice. "I mean, I remember all the other days, and you were there. But maybe yesterday was really bad...I dunno..."
