Redsand Canyon led by a beating heart

I am glad, he said, nuzzling into the place where her neck met her jaw. I hate that you have felt so bad the past few weeks. There was absolutely nothing he could do to make her pregnancy symptoms go away, and he hated it. 

Then she was playing with him, calling him attractive and telling him that he had distracted her from eating. Yeah? he asked with a huff of amusement. He nuzzled his face into her nape. I cannot help it, he offered, nipping playfully below her ear. I have this beautiful wife who loves me for some reason. He was very happy that she felt the same for him as he did for her. 

But despite the heat rising in his veins, he didn't want to keep her from eating. So he rested his head over her rounded side again. How many do you think there are? he asked quietly. It wasn't often he spoke of the children growing within her. Anything else related to the pregnancy was on his mind all the time, and he was always asking after her. He brought her meals when he could and protected her while she rested. But he had never really brought up the children themselves. He was still filled with fear over being a father, and had been trying to avoid it. But he couldn't ignore it any longer; they would be here soon, and they would need him to be strong.