Heron Lake Plateau Mistakes have been made, run

Rye nearly choked on the spit he swallowed, his eyes wide with terror, "F- uck, Towhee I'm so-" She was joking. 'Hey heart, she was joking'. Though his heart refused to listened and hammered on anyways, Rye swore if Towhee could hear, she could hear his heart beat against his chest. But relief was soon etched into his expression, and his tensed muscles melted back into jello. His stresses and worries vanished in an instant and he was thankful. He had not fathered TWELVE children and that news was outstandingly good. However something pulled at his brain, something begging to be paid attention to. Most likely the fact theres no way in hell he missed his shot. Then it clicked.

"Its alright, I probably should learn to behave myself but Towhee. You should be pregnant, there's no way me or that other guy missed our, uh.. yeah." The times Rye was smart, it wasn't always for the best. He didn't intend harm, things just weren't adding up and he wanted to sort things out.