[journal] egg!!

This page of a journal has stickers on it, giving it a playful look. The handwriting is a mix between the neat print and the beautiful cursive. It has a small handmade watercolour piece taped on the top right corner, a beautiful deep blue -purpleSymprite egg could be seen in it. The picture gives this page more comforting feelings. The context of this journal seems to describe the emotions of the writer and their partner, there was a date written before the story starts. 

“ XX/XX/XX

This wee egg was found in the river near our home, Mizuno Village. Ever since the first day that we knew that this egg needed someone to take care of it, we both stepped in without any hesitation. I never realized what we both were missing before fate brought it to us. The egg has got bigger and became more vibrant as it's maturing every day. Everything went by so fast, every morning we would wake up early just to rush to the nursery room hoping to hear any cracking, any noise that the little baby was trying to tell us that it is here. But this kind of thing could never be rushed so we stayed patient as much as possible eve when we were a bit sad.

My partner, Iso, before he met me, he'd never touched any books. To be frank, he didn’t even need them to run his old business. His claws were stained with thick blood, dangerously sharp and could never handle something as fragile as a book or even a babby. But love has changed both of us, he left everything behind, his part and his family. To this day, I still don’t have the word to describe what he has done for us. He now stayed up late with candles surrounding him in the living room as he read and read books about how to take care of the little one and how he could give them the world. I could not keep track of many books this guy has read but it was more than enough, I truly believe it. When we run some errands, everybody in the village could tell that he is anxious, scared and thrilled at the same time. The moment the sun went behind the horizon, he kept asking me this same question every night that the stars shine. 

‘ do you think we're ready? ‘

As I always replied.

‘ aye, my love ‘

My whole body then slowly snuggled up his soft pale beautiful mane, his heavy breathing turned softer once he knew he had me. It was the warmth of the embrace that sent us to sleep and cleansed our heavy minds from the busy daylight. But I’ve been feeling something, something odd, as if I could feel that the egg was about to hatch. I’m not confident that this is something that we could rely on, maybe it’s the awakening of my parents instinct? Even so, we’re ready for you anytime, our wee Bluebell. “