Swiftcurrent Creek twelve years a slave

Ira's pupils blew wide within their pools of sharp silver until there was nothing of a thin halo of iris left when Bones' words began to stutter and his blood froze within his veins. Ice pooled in his stomach as he considered that she was rejecting him. He stopped breathing, not even realizing that he had sucked it in, that his lungs refused to expel it until they had begun to ache for oxygen and he released it sharply. A small sliver of hope remained when she specified that the wolves of Tortuga had done things to her, that she didn't think she could be intimate nor bear pups with anyone. A low growl erupted from within the strong column of the pallid Princeling's throat meant for those who had hurt her. If it was not for the value upon his own life he would have torn himself away and stalked all the way to Tortuga and took down any of them that he could before they tore him down. However, he collected himself and nudged her cheek wanting her to meet his eyes. “Hey,” He called her attention in a softened tone. “You have nothing to apologize for,” It wasn't her fault and he wasn't really torn up about the no children thing. He was only nearing his first birthday, and even if he wasn't he was pretty sure he would have made the worst father in the world.

“If you think that changes how I feel about you Bones, you're dead wrong. I don't care about those things.” Besides it wasn't like that couldn't have been worked around. Jinx had adopted him. “I understand if ...if you don't want to be with me. Or if it's too soon after everything. I just don't want to lose you again.” He had already lost her once, and did not want to really lose anyone else, for that matter, though Bones was really the only thing he had left.