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the pups—or, at least, brook—were out and about more and more, which should lighten @Dawn's load considerably over the coming weeks. he worried about her. they said that pregnancy and motherhood changed a woman indelibly, and she had been withdrawn; aditya had seen very little of her beyond poking his head in the den.

he didn't want to see her change. he loved her: for having their children, yes, but he loved her for her, and he hated to see something he'd done to her have such an effect.

so, whilst stone and brook were engaged in some sort of game, he settled nearby, giving her a small whuff of greeting. kaisi ho, mera jaan? he asked softly, blinking softly into the darkness of the den where she presumably lay. mera jaan. he hadn't called her that in some time. it felt right, today.