Loss with Renewel

Posted on Thu Dec 15th, 2016 @ 10:28am by

1,203 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: New Faces and Terror Beyond
Location: Bawden's Den

Ayla had stood next to her youngest daughter as she watched the last light of life had left her, leaving behind husk of a mutated body. She took a deep breath and gave the nod to kill the life support machines that was keeping a brain dead body alive.

Then she closed her eyes in silent prayer to her deities for the safe passage for her youngest. It was the hardest thing she had to do. To give up on one that was part of her and her Mate. Carried to term and a few years of enjoyments.

She was numb as she took Marks hand in her paw like hand and left with him back to their den. It was a blur, a moment not remembered. The once warm bright glow of the corridors now were harsh cold uncaring light.

Once in the Den and Mark cooking up a storm to feed the entire Marine detachment along with Security. Ayla looked out the view into the black star studded void of space.

Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes turned to hours as she just stood there with tears leaving wet streaks in her soft facial fur. She hugged herself as her mind raced back through the years when she had disappeared from her home-world on a slaver's ship. Did her mother felt the same way when she never returned from that fateful day? She would miss her youngest daughter presence, the trails and the joys of success of all being part of a family.

She had the unpleasant chore of telling Miracle, her sister wasn't coming home. She could let Mark do it. But she wasn't the type to shirk her duty. She took a deep breath and moved to the console to have Miracle brought home.

After she made the call as she sat there and then ordered a few cargo containers for packing to be sent up to their Den. She braced herself to face her surviving daughter as she waited for both to show up.

Miracle came storming into the Den, "Squeeeah! Whose army wez feeding?" Spying all the food laying about that her daddy was making. She looked around, picking up the vibes of her parents. "Squoh?"

Ayla moved and hugged Miracle, picking her up and moving to sit on the Sofa with Miracle in her lap. "Miracle. Marcie is gone for good." She softly blurted out to her daughter's questioning looks.

"Not my fault! Get her back!" Miracle not realizing that her sister was gone for good. Expecting this to be some joke as she looked between her daddy and momma.

Ayla sighed softly. "Marcie has gone to the Great Den to be with the Great Mice. She whont ever be coming back. If she does it'll be of a fond memory. Or a picture of her."

Miracle was stunned into quietness as she sat on her mother's lap. "She can't go. She owes me a cheese doodle cookie." Softly with concern. "I-I sleep alone?" Coming to terms of the sincerity of the situation as her young mind grasps the situation that her sister was gone.

Ayla nodded as she held Miracle in a light embrace. "Yooz still have uz. And wez will do our best to seez you into adulthood." Looking into Miracle's eyes that held hope, trust that her parents would be there for her.

Miracle sighed as she leaned against her mother, resting againt her in thought. "Iamma gonna miss her." She whispered softly. "Will yooz get another one?" Looking up at her mother's face.

"Wez will do our best to get yooz a new sibling." Ayla smiled at Miracle.

Miracle squirmed and was released. She jumped down off momma's lap and scampered to where daddy was. She snagged some food and ate it quickly enroute.

Ayla stood and moved to the door when the announcer chimed announcing the arrival of the cargo containers. She had the crew who delivered it place them against the wall in the common room of the quarters.

They left with a plate of cookies for themselves.

She sighed as she opened the first of the Cargo Container and moved into the joint shared room of their children. She began the process of packing up Marcies clothing and toys.

When Miracle ran towards me and grabbed something to eat I looked upon her overwhelmingly thankful that she was alright. Then a wave of sadness washed over me, I didn't want Miracle to go through what I did, growing up alone. When my Brother joined the Academy I was on my own for years, that loneliness.....

I didn't want Miracle to go through that. I walked to Ayla who had started packing things and placed my hand on her shoulder as she was bent over putting things into the container. "I'll help." My voice was deeper, rough from holding back the tears and emotions.

Ayla looked up at Mark, hearing the huskier tone. She straightened up and hugged him as the dam broke as she began to cry, holding onto her husband, mate, father of her children. She whispered to him, "Let it out my love. I'll never think less of you."

Then she felt the presence of Miracle. Instead of hiding her anguish, she held out a paw/hand to Miracle to join them. When Miracle came to them, Ayla took her into the hug, Even having to pick her up. She knew Miracle loved her sister just as much as Ayla loved her family. Even through spats they had.

It was one of the most irritating things I'd found a woman could do to a man. Men didn't like to appear hurt, some found it a weakness or that they were soft. So men build a wall around it and try to tuck it away but women, they just know what to do and what to say, how to say it and what touches to make to just shatter that wall and expose the pain. They don't draw it to the front they yank it there and don't let go. Ayla was doing that to me now.

I hugged them both with my head on top of Miracles, my grip on Ayla was firm but gentle on our one remaining daughter. "My baby girl." I could feel my chin and lips do that wobble as the emotions started to surface. Tears raced down my cheeks.

With her family in a hug of mutual support. The healing process began to accept the loss of one in their family. It was a sad time, yet a confirmation of the love they shared with each other. Ayla reveled in the embrace of her daughter and husband, even as her heart broke and healed. Feeling the moister from her husband as he let loose his encased feeling of loss which caused her to fill with warmth of love for those that remained, making it easier to bear the freshly burden of loss that reached into their Den to effect them personally.

With renewed strength, Ayla couldn't help feel her spirits raise within her. They'll weather this storm as they have others in their past and it was time to look towards the future.

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