Redhawk Caldera ain't nobody love like you do.

"I wanna have your babies," Fin blurted out suddenly, her previous desire to stall the announcement completely forgotten in the blink of an eye.

His comment about her mood had triggered it. She was in a good mood. Her son was happy, Spring was making her all giddy, her mate was super handsome, and there were super cute little babies running around being all cute. Fin could have explained that those were the reasons she was in a good mood, and that for those reasons also she had come to her decision on having a set of Finwoods to match the quartet of new Firebirds. But, Finley was often one to cut to the chase. Not because she didn't have patience for dancing around subjects, but because she often just was too excited to wait.

Finley grinned impishly at him after she said it, watching to see how he would react.