John and Bella #15
It’s been a few days since bella had foaled. Truth being told, it was quite the cute few days.
John had taken some time off of work. He had started saving up a little money so he could afford to do things like this with his new herd.
It wasn’t much, but it was enough to ensure about a week off and still be able to keep the house and food.
He spent most of his time in the saferoom with the fluffies. He wanted the foals to be very accustomed to him, and also show Bella that she can trust him with the babies.
Bella was doing absolutely awesome as a mother. She truly did love all of her babies, and was constantly beaming with joy.
The foals themselves were fine, John guessed. He didn’t know much about foals but he had read as long as they are holding down their milk there’s really not a whole lot to be concerned about if they have a halfway decent mother or father.
Blueberry was also really enjoying being a dad. It’s brought him out of his shell a bit, he seems more playful and excited, even begging john “foh pway huggie tag bestest daddeh?” John would laugh and shrug it off. He still didn’t know how to feel about him.
Since it had only been a few days, the foals haven’t really grown much. The two runts were maybe, what, like a centimeter bigger all around? Hardly noticeable. The bigger colt had grown a bit more noticeably, his mane already starting to grow in a little thicker.
Bella didn’t seem to mind having two runts though.
“Mummah wub widdwe babbehs! Am su coot! Gib da widdwe babbehs huggies foh bein widdwe. Stiww wub big cowt babbeh tu!” She would always exclaim.
The foals still didn’t have names. John decided he’d wait until they were talking, otherwise he just didn’t see a point. Bella and Blueberry could still take care of them without names, so oh well.
Things were going well, all in all.
However, one day, while john was sitting in the saferoom, just messing with his laptop, Bella resting by his side, he began to hear a faint “huu-huuing” coming from next to him.
He looked down to see bella hiding her face, the crying obviously coming from her.
“Everything okay, little one?”
“Yus daddeh… Bewwa jus…” she sighed and trailed off, continuing to cry softly.
“You just what, hon?”
“Bewwa… Bewwa am jus saddies. Wub tu be mummah. Bestest fing ebah. Wub awe babbehs buh… Bewwa jus miss fowebah sweepie babbehs.”
John had began to wonder when this would come up.
Partly because it was obvious she would miss her dead kids, and partly because when wasn’t there something wrong going on in his (or his fluffies) life?
“Well, sweetheart.” Said john, closing his laptop and looking over and blueberry trying to get his foals to play with him, despite the fact that they can hardly even stand yet.
“Look, look over there.” John said, pointing towards Bella’s family.
“Maybe… maybe losing children is hard. I couldn’t tell you, never had any, but I could only imagine it is. And I can’t tell you how to deal with this. But I can tell you, that being sad by yourself isn’t doing much good for you or your babies.”
Bella sniffled, looking up at her family.
“Bewwa knu. Bewwa need be bwave foh famiwy. Be bwave fo bestest hewd.” She choked out, still crying.
John let her cry it out for a bit. He knew there wasn’t much he could say or do for her. Based on the research he’s done in his spare time, john knew it would just be best for her to work it out on her own time.
After some time, Bella began to slowly stop crying. After he was sure she was calm enough to not spook the foals or blueberry, he carefully picked her up and moved her over to her family.
“Hewwo speciaw fwend! Hab gud wappie time wif daddeh?”
“Yus speciaw fwen! Awways bestest wappie time wif daddeh!” Cooed Bella, nuzzling her head up to blueberry’s.
The foals, now sensing the presence of their mother, began to quickly shuffle over to their mother.
They all formed a fluffpile, cuddling together, forming almost a small ball by Bella’s stomach.
Bella just giggled at them.
“Siwwy babbehs. Babbehs nee dewe mummah.” She just laughed.
John had looked at the time, and it was getting late.
He kissed all the fluffies on their head goodnight, and made sure everyone was all safe and comforting before turning on their nightlight and shutting the door, sending them to sleep.
John showered, put on his pajamas, brushed his teeth and checked his phone once more before bed.
He had a text from Kori, saying:
“Hey dude! Haven’t talked in a minuet. Hmu sometime, I wanna know how the herds coming!”
John replied with:
“Sure dude, come over any time. I’m sure blueberry would love to see you.”
And he put his phone down.
He laid there in his bed, and thought about his conversation with Bella.
He couldn’t relate to having a child die, but from what he could tell, she was handling this well. As well as she could, all things considered.
It still hit him like a ton of bricks though.
Bella had been abused from the very first moment she slid out of her mother’s womb. Not just by her mother, but by almost every living thing she’s came across.
She had been abused, abandoned, god knows what else, and had even lost three of her children.
But she always, always manages to put a smile on for what she has.
John had thought of all the hate he had heard about fluffies.
“They’re just hell gremlins!”
“There’s more shit to them than fluff!”
“They’re spoiled, ungrateful, ungodly, bags of despair.”
But Bella… fuck, his whole herd… He thought maybe, just maybe, people could learn from them.
Life will throw shit at you every chance it gets. It’ll abuse you for the color of your fluff, it’ll ostracize you for having certain genetics that are different, it’ll kill your kids when they are the only things that make you happy.
But it is still under your control. Your life can be happy, if you want it to be.
People leave, even those close to you. But there is still love, somewhere out there.
Keep fighting for it.