Sun Mote Copse my heart is open

As the words "daddy-to-be" left her lips, Wildfire felt a warmth lodge up somewhere in the vicinity of her heart. None of her children had had a daddy before. They'd had donors, of course, and they'd had nomi and herself. This would be Wildfire's first classically conceived and reared litter. Naturally, one method wasn't any better than the other, though there was a certain fondness in her gaze as she looked to Eljay for his answer.

He asked if she'd experienced nausea and Wildfire's nose scrunched as she tried to remember. "Honestly... I don't remember. I don't think so. But I could be wrong." She shrugged her slim red shoulders. "I vaguely remember having to pee a lot... and having lots of feelings in general."

Noticing the way he gazed at her midsection, Wildfire glanced at it herself—no signs of any residents therein just yet—and then back at him. "Whenever I first feel them kick, you'll be the first to know. I want you to be able to feel them too. It's the neatest thing."