Morningside Cuesta the british are coming! (they might be a while)

Day gave a dry chuckle at her laughter. He was a bit less exhilarated than she, having been plagued by terrible nightmares about this day for weeks, by then. "Okay, troublemaker - you gotta breath," he reminded her.

Not knowing what else to do, he simply continued to groom his mate. He hoped it provided her some kind of comfort, of course, but for the most part, the male simply didn't know what to do with himself. He'd wait and see if one of them gave some orders.

The song she'd been singing earlier had been meaningless, to him. He hadn't heard (or perhaps, had not understood) any of the words, but the tune was still ringing in his ears. He began to hum it to himself, low at first, but then a little bit louder when it came time for another contraction - anything to take his mind off his mate being in pain.

She's in good spirits, though, he reminded himself. We're gonna be okay.