The days leading up to her little one’s arrival were filled with subtle changes. The man noticed how his Flopie, usually so lighthearted and carefree, had become more affectionate—more attached to him than ever before.
She clung to his side, floating close as he moved around their home, chirping softly whenever he was out of reach. At night, she no longer hovered near the fireplace or curled up in her usual corner. Instead, she nestled herself into his arms, resting her head against his chest with a warmth that spoke of something deeper than mere comfort.
He would stroke her fluffy pink hair, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her tiny body. “You’re different these days,” he murmured one evening as she nuzzled into him. “Feeling alright?”
She chirped in response, a softer, more delicate sound than usual. Her golden eyes held something deeper—a glow of anticipation, of something stirring within her.
She had been busy, too. The past few days, she had been gathering soft materials from around the house. Small blankets, his spare shirts, even the cushion from his chair—she had claimed them all, arranging them carefully in her favorite corner by the window. When he first noticed, he chuckled, watching as she patted them down with her tiny hands, adjusting the little nest to her liking.
“You’re really setting up a cozy little spot, huh?” he teased, kneeling beside her as she chirped with satisfaction.
But as the days passed, her behavior only became more peculiar. She would sit for hours in her nest, humming softly, her tail flicking in slow, rhythmic motions. She’d insist on being carried more often, pressing her tiny paws against his chest as if needing to feel his heartbeat. And at night, she’d stare out at the stars, a quiet serenity overtaking her as if listening for something only she could hear.
Then, one evening, it happened.
A quiet whimper woke him from his sleep. His eyes snapped open to find her floating just inches above him, her small frame trembling. The usual soft glow of her body flickered erratically, and her golden eyes were wide and filled with something he had never seen before.
Fear. Anticipation. Vulnerability.
He sat up immediately. “Hey, hey… what’s wrong?”
She let out a weak chirp and nuzzled into his chest, her paws clutching at his shirt. Then, without warning, a small, bright pulse of light radiated from her belly, illuminating the dimly lit room. He felt her body tense, a soft, instinctive hum vibrating against him.
His breath caught in his throat.
“…It’s time, isn’t it?” he whispered.
She chirped again, a breathy, strained sound. Without hesitation, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the carefully prepared nest. She immediately curled up, her fluffy tail wrapping around herself as another pulse of light pulsed from within her. The glow flickered gently, in sync with her trembling breaths.
He stayed beside her, his hands resting gently on her back, whispering soothing words as she hummed in return, her body trembling with effort. It was unlike anything he had ever seen—beautiful, ethereal, and terrifying all at once.
Minutes passed, then an hour. The pulsing glow from her belly softened, growing steadier, calmer. Her breathing slowed, and she let out a final, soft hum before falling still. For a moment, silence hung between them.
Then, a tiny, delicate chirp broke the quiet.
His breath caught. He leaned closer, eyes widening as something small—so very small—shifted within the folds of the blankets. A tiny form, covered in the softest cream-colored fur, nestled against her mother’s side. Wisps of pink hair curled around her tiny face, her closed eyes fluttering as she let out another gentle chirp.
He exhaled, his heart swelling as he reached out, his fingertips brushing against the newborn’s warm, delicate body. She was so tiny, so fragile, yet she carried the same gentle glow as her mother.
The Flopie let out a tired but contented hum, lifting her head to gaze at her newborn daughter. She nuzzled the tiny creature, chirping softly, as if whispering a greeting only they could understand. The baby responded with a high-pitched squeak, snuggling closer into her mother’s warmth.
The man swallowed thickly, his throat tightening with emotion. He had known this moment would come, but he hadn’t expected it to feel like this—so intimate, so profound. He reached out again, gently stroking the newborn’s tiny back. The baby’s soft fur was barely longer than peach fuzz, and her little paws twitched in response to his touch.
“She’s beautiful,” he whispered.
The Flopie blinked up at him, her golden eyes shimmering with exhaustion but also something else—something radiant. She chirped softly, as if thanking him, before closing her eyes and curling protectively around her baby.
The man sat beside them, his heart impossibly full as he watched them sleep. The newborn’s tiny breaths came in soft, steady rhythms, her mother’s glow pulsing gently with each exhale. The room was quiet, save for the occasional sleepy chirp and the faint rustling of fabric as they shifted in their nest.
He leaned back, letting out a deep breath, and smiled.
A new chapter had begun.
A few days had passed, and the tiny Flopie had already grown into a young adult, her development accelerated by the unique nature of her species. The once-fragile newborn now floated gracefully, her pink hair flowing in soft waves as she chirped excitedly whenever she saw him.
She was nearly identical to her mother, with the same delicate features and glowing golden eyes. But there was one major difference—she was even clingier.
The moment the man stepped into a room, she was at his side, hovering close, nuzzling against his chest, and wrapping her tiny paws around his arm with an affectionate hum. She followed him everywhere, chirping whenever he was out of sight, resting on his shoulder when he sat down, and even nestling in his lap when he tried to read.
Her mother watched from a short distance, her golden eyes flicking between them with an expression that could only be described as a mix of warmth and something else—jealousy. A healthy jealousy, but jealousy nonetheless.
The older Flopie floated closer, letting out a small chirp as she nudged her daughter aside, slipping into the man’s arms as if to remind her that she had been here first. The younger one blinked before letting out a playful trill, wiggling her way back into his embrace. The two exchanged a series of chirps—gentle, teasing, affectionate.
The man chuckled, wrapping his arms around both of them. “I’ve got enough space for the both of you,” he reassured them.
His Flopie let out a soft, reluctant hum but relaxed, allowing her daughter to cling to him while she nestled against his side. The younger one, pleased with the compromise, curled up happily, basking in his warmth.
As the evening sun painted the sky in hues of gold and pink, the three of them remained like that—together, intertwined in a bond that had grown deeper with each passing day. The mother may have felt a twinge of possessiveness, but in the end, she knew the love they shared was boundless. And that was enough.
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