Dawnlark Plains Praying for love in a lap dance

Pregnant? Realization hit him like a bat, him? A father? His mind then trailed back to her previous statement, and he was utterly flabbergasted. Although, his expression didn't correspond with exactly how dire he felt, and possessed a more just slightly offended gaze. "I gave you plenty of time to back away," He exclaimed, still baffled by the accusation, knowing damn well how apprehensive he had been. "I didn't cause you to lose control, your heat did." He felt a sink in his stomach when processing all else she had said, if pups were the result, she'd kill them the moment they were born. 

Even though these pups were could be nonexistent, could never have been conceived he felt to protect them already, he could not allow her to kill them. This was the consequence, and if that meant her leaving him to the pups alone, so be it. He'd find a caretaker or someone to help raise these children, it couldn't be that  hard. "What could I do to keep you from killing them?"