tales of a hilarious pregnancy: origins

Kieran studied her as she moved about, and her words caused him pause. She was sick, so she hadn't just looked sick. She was sick, he frowned in thought. Unsure what to do now, but he listened to her politely. He wanted to wrinkle his nose, at the way she sucked back the snot. He could hear it, when she sniffed. However, he kept his wrinkling to himself.

It took a few moments for him to fully realize, what she was saying. Then he barked happily, and wagged his tail. Dipping down into a bow and then back up.

Dare is gonna be wee ones. Dat's deadly bars!


He chuckled at words and nudged her gently. He looked down at her, and smiled for once a merry sparkle came in his eyes. Though it was soon gone, but it had been there. Ah, Miss. Bazi, al' birds git lorge, whaen dey are wi' wane. Dare is naw ' arm in dat, dey usually go back to ter their slim selves in naw time. Ginger 'ill 'elp wi' yisser sickness, if yer can fend sum.