Blackfeather Woods [m] i've known everything but this

She let out a low whine as he increased his pace; the pain increased with it. Hopefully he had lost himself to the moment enough to mistake her noise for that of pleasure. They were past the point of no return anyway, and soon he had collapsed atop her, and she felt. . .something—bloom?—inside?

Could it be the babies? Had it worked?

So relieved she was at the possibility of success that she let herself relax. This wasn't a great idea, as her knees buckled, and she nearly fell over and took Mou with her. Luckily, she kept her footing, taking deep, steady breaths, trying not to focus on the sensation of fullness (though it was ebbing) within her. She instead concentrated on her belly, her womb, trying to sense them growing.

Them. Theirs. Their babies.

I love you, Mou, Maegi whispered, her voice tremulous. Our children will be perfect. And though she had not enjoyed one bit of the process of creating them, she believed this wholeheartedly.