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The sun was gently kissing Matcha’s fur as she lay on a picnic blanket, her best friend blowing bubbles behind her and her son nuzzled close to her belly, slumbering away. It was a perfect afternoon, and yet the cogs in Matcha’s mind were turning. It didn’t take long for Effie to notice her, because it never took long before she caught a lack of smile on someone.

“What’s wrong Matcha?” Effie looked over her shoulder, her magic glands still glowing slightly. “You’ve got that thinky look on your face.”

“Oh, it’s nothing bad, honest.” Matcha assured her, waving her paw and trying not to jostle her son. He was starting to get so big, she wouldn’t be surprised if he began to grow sooner than later. “It’s just… do you think I make a good parent?”

“Do stumps love Fogsong? Of course you are!” Effie chirped happily, “Whiz has been so so SO happy since you took him under your wing! Who told you that you’re not a good parent? I’ll beat ‘em up, give ‘em the ol’ one-two!”

“Nobody said anything like that.” Quite the opposite, actually. Leutogi had mentioned that Matcha was a stellar parent, that adopting her son had made her smile in ways she hadn’t since she was a child. Matcha couldn’t deny it. She absolutely adored being a mother, and she relayed as much to Effie.

“It’s so much fun, watching Whistle become the kind of person he’s growing into.” Matcha gazed on her son lovingly, “I love listening to him talk, learning the way he thinks and hearing his goals. And… I don’t think I would mind doing it again.”

“Again?” Effie blinked, confused. “I mean, he’ll talk about new things when he wakes up, I would bet.”

“I mean with… with a baby.” Matcha said quietly, “I’ve been thinking about it for a while. I don’t want to adopt again for a little bit, because I don’t want anyone to think I’m playing favorites at the Stumphouse. Whistle chose me, so that was more acceptable. But I wouldn’t know the first thing about having a baby of my own. I don’t have a partner, and the idea of going out and asking someone… I just feel so shy about it.”

Matcha sighed, having talked herself out of her euphoria. “It’s alright though. It’s a want more than a need, of course.” She said, leaning to nuzzle Whistle. His little hair tufts always smelled of cotton and mancake feathers, he loved soft colorful things so dearly. “If I’m only meant to have Whistle, that’s a wonderful life ahead of me.”

“Huh…” Effie seemed to think, tapping her finger against her chin. It was quiet for a moment after, other than the whistling of the wind through the birch leaves. Matcha was on the precipice of forgetting their conversation before Effie spoke up again, startling her and making her heart skip with a simple little sentence.

“Why don’t I just give you a baby?”
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The sun was gently kissing Matcha’s fur as she lay on a picnic blanket, her best friend blowing bubbles behind her and her son nuzzled close to her belly, slumbering away. It was a perfect afternoon, and yet the cogs in Matcha’s mind were turning. It didn’t take long for Effie to notice her, because it never took long before she caught a lack of smile on someone.

“What’s wrong Matcha?” Effie looked over her shoulder, her magic glands still glowing slightly. “You’ve got that thinky look on your face.”

“Oh, it’s nothing bad, honest.” Matcha assured her, waving her paw and trying not to jostle her son. He was starting to get so big, she wouldn’t be surprised if he began to grow sooner than later. “It’s just… do you think I make a good parent?”

“Do stumps love Fogsong? Of course you are!” Effie chirped happily, “Whiz has been so so SO happy since you took him under your wing! Who told you that you’re not a good parent? I’ll beat ‘em up, give ‘em the ol’ one-two!”

“Nobody said anything like that.” Quite the opposite, actually. Leutogi had mentioned that Matcha was a stellar parent, that adopting her son had made her smile in ways she hadn’t since she was a child. Matcha couldn’t deny it. She absolutely adored being a mother, and she relayed as much to Effie.

“It’s so much fun, watching Whistle become the kind of person he’s growing into.” Matcha gazed on her son lovingly, “I love listening to him talk, learning the way he thinks and hearing his goals. And… I don’t think I would mind doing it again.”

“Again?” Effie blinked, confused. “I mean, he’ll talk about new things when he wakes up, I would bet.”

“I mean with… with a baby.” Matcha said quietly, “I’ve been thinking about it for a while. I don’t want to adopt again for a little bit, because I don’t want anyone to think I’m playing favorites at the Stumphouse. Whistle chose me, so that was more acceptable. But I wouldn’t know the first thing about having a baby of my own. I don’t have a partner, and the idea of going out and asking someone… I just feel so shy about it.”

Matcha sighed, having talked herself out of her euphoria. “It’s alright though. It’s a want more than a need, of course.” She said, leaning to nuzzle Whistle. His little hair tufts always smelled of cotton and mancake feathers, he loved soft colorful things so dearly. “If I’m only meant to have Whistle, that’s a wonderful life ahead of me.”

“Huh…” Effie seemed to think, tapping her finger against her chin. It was quiet for a moment after, other than the whistling of the wind through the birch leaves. Matcha was on the precipice of forgetting their conversation before Effie spoke up again, startling her and making her heart skip with a simple little sentence.

“Why don’t I just give you a baby?”
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10/616 Beans

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