Redhawk Caldera I don't want easy, I want crazy

Elwood leaned into Finley under their friends' gazes. She tried to elaborate on what he had said, but her words failed her quickly. The last syllable of her sentence hung heavy in the air: "But..." They had made a mistake, and they knew it, but neither of them wanted to see it from that perspective. After the close call they had experienced, her pregnancy was a miracle. This litter would bring them closer than ever before -- and, in fact, already had.

After another pause, Fox finally found her voice. Elwood shifted his gaze to the Alpha female, avoiding her gaze directly as his ears turned towards her. "How soon?" she asked, and he then looked down at Finley. There was no way for them to know her official due date, but they had traced the conception back to the weeks during her "spring fever." The miscarriage had happened only a week ago, after Junior's death, so the best they could do was estimate.

"A few weeks," he said, trying to sound more confident in his guess than he felt. The fact that they weren't sure only seemed to make this situation that much worse.