Wheeling Gull Isle oh no.

He couldnt help the bit of smile which came over his face as she spoke the nickname which she had given him. Only this, she said, though he was far used to her quiet nature. They had never needed many words between them before. 

He came closer, approaching her rock at its base but did not move to the backside to ascend by her just yet. Fiery eyes looked up to her. Her coming out had confirmed why he thought she had been hidden. Was it fear of what her family would say? Was it a harsh and sick pregnancy? 

Do you need anything? 

It was, after all, a bit awkward. They were not mates, he didnt even know if she even considered him a 'lover' though he thought him to be the only one she had been with. Still, he wouldnt push on a spill of question. Would he be allowed in the children's lives? What would they be named? Did she want to be mates? He was the father right?