Shadewood kick up a stink

Riley paused as he felt Masquerade stiffen; his gaze traveling to hers in silent question.

Things hadn’t been easy as of late. To him, he wondered if the compounded stresses were finally chipping away at both their naturally optimistic composures.

He sighed, placing himself carefully on the ground as she rolled to her side. Maybe. He wanted to reach for her but remembered how she’d tensed under his touch. Maybe it is an early sign. He repeated lamely, realizing with a start he really knew so little about what to expect in pregnancy.