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And there are other times, like on nice little strolls through the forest, getting back to nature as she holds onto her belly. With each step, I gently bounced inside her, but she kept a hold on her belly to make sure I wasn't jostled too much. After all, it wouldn't do if she was going too fast. But the gentle rocking of her body and the sloshing of the fluid around me kept me calm even in my times of wakefulness where I wondered just what else that Mommy Marcine had planned for me.

And one of those times was for a lovely bath. She may have had it with her mate, but the two were so careful to just lay together against the edge of the tub, letting the magically-heated bubbles rise up around her. I heard those bubbles making gentle pops around me, warming up my mommy's belly even more. It was so warm, and so cozy, at that point, I did not feel the desire to ever escape. It was where I needed to be. It was where I always wanted to be.

Mommy Marcine and her mate were so gentle and loving as well. After washing off, they would lay down on the bed. How flexible was my mommy that she was able to bend forward and whisper straight into her belly. "I love you, little baby Tik Tik" she cooed, then pressed a kiss to her scaled belly.

Her mate would also place kisses as well, and they weren't the only ones. Sometimes, she'd let strangers come up to touch her and feel the life growing and recuperating within her. EAch time, I would feel that love radiating into me. I would stir and sometimes, I would kick as I awoke, my eyes seeing nothing, but my heart feeling the love.

Then, there would be a squeal or a giggle from outside. "Ah, I felt the baby," one would say, but then give Marcine a wink. "Quite a big one you got this time, Marcine."

Marcine chuckled. "Oh, yes, indeed. I think I'm going to have quite the baby. She's gonna be a smart one, too!"

"Oh, I'm sure," the clairvoyant said, giving Marcine a wink. "That's an amazingly cute relationship you have with the wizard, you know."

Marcine's smile would only grow. "Oh, yes, quite cute, indeed." She says, patting and caressing herself. That drove me back to sleep, indeed once more.

But, all things must come to an end, and even when retreating from the world, life wishes to exist. Life wishes to be born. So, I stirred and I kicked, and I stretched and I yawned. Mommy Marcine must have felt it too, because I felt myself shift as she lay down as she had done a few times before. Maybe I could have counted the times she went to sleep to determine my place here, but it was so many times, and I slept so much myself.

My leg poked through, and the liquid burst out from Marcine. Her walls closed in around me, squeezing me, pushing me. I wanted to escape. I wanted to breathe air once more! So, I wriggled, and I struggled, and she pushed, and she roared. The process was about as long as it was going in, but when my head poked through and I cried out, coughing up the last of the material that made me breathe within her, I took my first gasp of fresh air and felt so entirely happy.

Soon, an arm poked out, and I grabbed the bedpost, pulling myself out of her and collapsing onto the ground by her bed.

I lay there, curled up, my cord popping out from its connection to me. I ran my fingers down my body, and there, in the center of my underbelly, was that telltale scar of birth--a navel. It is soft and sensitive, and so I kept my hands away from it as I stared around the room, gulping in air and then flopping onto my back.

Marcine stared off from over the bed, smiling down at me. "Hey there, baby. You came out a little quick. Are you alright?"

I gave Marcine the "okay" sign and flopped back to the ground. "H... how long."

"Oooh, Tik Tik.... I was carrying you for a whole week."

"A whole... w-week?" I gasped, picking myself up. "That long, but... Tik Tik no feel weak."

"I took very special care of my darling baby while she was inside me," Marcine says, cooing and scratching behind my horn. I closed my eyes and chittered at the feeling. Marcine's voice, Mommy Marcine's voice, rather, was the sweetest thing I had ever heard.

"Being inside a mommy... it so different. It so special. Tik Tik feel wonderful, but... not feel too sexy."

Marcine shrugs, scooping me up and bringing me to her lap. "It doesn't have to be sexy. It just has to be nurturing and loving. Now then, does baby Tiky want some milk?"

I opened my mouth wide and held out my hands, eagerly grabbing at the breast that came to me so that I may once again have the milk that Marcine provided.

Being someone's baby, if even for a little bit, provided me with a new type of experience and a real appreciation for the mammalian family unit. It then makes me wonder about the distinction between familial and romantic love. There are ways in which they are similar, but their differences outweigh them so that the word "love" doesn't seem to even be appropriate to describe so many different feelings. Perhaps, that is why I find the common tongue so difficult.

Well, all I know is the next time I need to bury my head somewhere, Mommy Marcine is a great place to do it!