Chapter Thirteen
Pierce cringed as the lamb slid onto the dry hay with a wet plop. The birth of life looked less like a miracle to him and more like taking a dump. His stomach turned as the creature’s mother leaned in and licked at the newborn’s slimy skin.
Pierce turned away from the pen to find a different miracle standing beside him. Viviane watched the process impassively. Her face appeared unaffected. But her right hand cradled her lower abdomen. Her thumb ran slow strokes left and right where he imagined her belly button might be.
Bianca held the lamb still while Stella tagged the babe with a marker. The aunts left that stall and went to the next to repeat the process with another ewe. It would be the third birth of the evening; a slow day, apparently. Viviane had explained that t
