Swiftcurrent Creek we can fake it for the airwaves

Something stirs a little painfully in her chest at Kavik's whine, though the feeling is quickly soothed as he licks her shoulder. Some of the tension slowly leaves her, and she presses a little closer against him, secretly hoping to prompt more affection from him. His presence is the only relief she has from her loneliness, and though it hurts as much as it helps, she can't seem to detach herself. Not least because they'll be parents together — and, though she might not admit it, some part of her is eager for motherhood. It is too soon, perhaps, and happening the wrong way entirely — but it is happening nonetheless, and she can't bring herself to hate it completely.
Though she can't know, her own thoughts drift to a place similar to Kavik's; she can't help but wonder what her children will be like. Strong, she hopes, though part of her fears for the life growing inside her own body, which has proven itself more fragile than she'd like to admit. She tries to swallow the anxiety, though, eyes opening and drifting briefly in Kavik's direction before she speaks again. I wonder how many we'll have, She says softly, unknowingly mirroring her mate's thoughts. She pauses briefly before she adds: Should we start thinking about names?