Sun Mote Copse That's why we're all wearing braces

Niamh's ears flattened, and she clenched her teeth together when Colt offered to help. She cast her sharp gaze aside, still watching him with a steely side-eye, but refused to give him an answer. There wasn't anything he could do. He'd surrendered the sunny spot to her, and was giving her a respectful bit of distance, but there wasn't anything else he'd be able to do to make her feel better- she was sure of that. 

He complimented her looks and she turned her sharp gaze back toward him and spoke through clenched teeth. "You did this to me," Was her seething reply- as though to imply that Colt intentionally made her pregnant so that she'd look this beautiful to him. As soon as she realized how ridiculous she sounded, she glowered and turned her gaze away, and when he spoke again, he teased something, and then witheld it. She shrugged one shoulder. "May as well talk," She said, her tone still moody, but she quietly set her chin down on her crossed forepaws, and gave him a look that said 'I'll be patient for now- just spit it out.'