bullshiters

WOLFLET

BECAUSE WOLFLET I HAVE WOLFLET FEELS AND I HAVE JUST JOINED THE WOLFLET HELL RUN BY @scarlet-benoit-is-my-rolemodel the qUEEN SHE IS LITERALLY SCARLET AND IT’S PERFECT

ALSO LOOK I NAMED HER MICHELLE *bows*

“Ze’ev, she’s not a cockroach. Or a spider. You don’t need to be scared.”

“I’m not scared of those things. It’s just that… my hands are so big,” he whispered. “There’s no way she won’t—” 

“Shush,” Scarlet said, and dropped their newborn daughter into his palms. Wolf flinched but just barely— his shoulders were the only part of him that shook— and he stared at their daughter’s broad jaw, her larger frame, the broad shoulders and bony fingers that made a spark of guilt rise inside him. All the aggressiveness in her small body, barely three hours old, was because of his genes. 

“She’d probably be able to beat you in an arm wrestle when she grows up,” Scarlet said, reaching over and kissing Wolf’s hand, then their baby girl’s cheek. “What should we name her?”

“Michelle,” Wolf said, without a beat. Scarlet looked up, eyes glassy, lips rounding to an O. 

“Michelle?”

“Michelle,” Wolf said again, looking down at Michelle’s rusty hair, threading one of the curls into his huge fingers. He felt like he could break her with one touch— at the same time he felt like she’d be able to put herself back together.

“She’s strong,” Wolf said, by way of explanation. “And she’s special. And she’s a fighter. And she’s a Benoit.” 

He looked up and couldn’t hold back the ear-splitting grin that bloomed across his cheeks, which were twitching from exertion, but he couldn’t stop. She was a living ball of perfection, in his palms. He didn’t know if he’d ever be able to let go of her.

Scarlet’s expression mirrored his, and he leaned forward to kiss her nose and then her lips, letting Scarlet’s fatigue take over her. She melted into his kiss, for once, and he held their daughter (Michelle) in one hand to cradle the back of Scarlet’s neck as he poured all his gratitude, all his love and appreciation, into the kiss. Thank you for working so hard to give me this strong daughter, he whispered with his lips. Thank you for everything that you have been to me

He felt like she was saying it back, the second part. 

“She’s got to have tomatoes in her name somewhere,” Scarlet whispered when they pulled apart. She reached over to pull Michelle into her hands, and Wolf leaned over her shoulder to stare, fixated, at his daughter. “Let’s give her a middle name. How about Tamar?” 

“Isn’t it Tamara?”

“I knew a girl who had Tamar as her name. And it sounds boyish enough— if Michelle decides to be a boy when she’s older… she should have an option, shouldn’t she?”

Wolf chuckled. “If she wanted to change her gender she could probably just change her name to Michael.”

“Shush. Tamar’s pretty.”

“Yeah. It is.”

“We’re clueless,” Scarlet whispered after a few minutes. “I don’t even know what to do if she cries.”

“I think you feed her.”

“Wh— oh. Good point.”

“You did remember to adjust the cradle, right? Wasn’t one of the legs short?”

Wolf froze. He hadn’t remembered to adjust the cradle. 

“Wolf?”

“Um…”

“Great. This is going to be great.”

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Sunday Morning Musing - “Deconstructing Olicity: A Woman’s Worth”

“When I loved myself enough, I began leaving whatever wasn’t healthy. This meant people, jobs, my own beliefs and habits – anything that kept me small.  My judgement called it disloyal. Now I see it as self-loving.” – Kim McMillen

When I was a child my Nana would recount tales of love stories throughout generations of women within my family. Some were stories made of fairy tales about meeting in clandestine places and undeniable chemistry that culminated in marriages that spanned across decades.

Occasionally, there was the dark tale of ill-fated loves that left each half broken and adrift to reestablish love later in life with their true soulmates after developing a wisdom that can only be found in learning to love themselves. Learning how they should be loved and more importantly, how they needed to be loved in order to live a fulfilling life.

While I understand that not everyone had the benefit of generations of wisdom to guide you through life as you come to terms with your own truth, it breaks my heart to see so many of you struggling with the concept of a healthy love, self-love and knowing your worth.

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