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He fell into a sitting position and he listened to her, which brought her a great sense of internal relief. She worried at first he might continue to fret or choose not to believe her simply because she was speaking of her own care… but he listened, and she liked to think that he felt better at the end. She did not wish him to worry himself to death. She was hardly certain she was ready to become a mother but she certainly was not ready to become a widow and a single mother. He apologized, his nose running through her fur. “You have nothing to apologize for. I know you worry.” She understood it, hell, she felt it whenever he left to patrol the borders… her own occupation had just allowed her to conceal it more.
 
“It is okay. I know… and I will be here to remind you whenever you need it to soothe your worries. I’m okay. We are okay.” She assured him softly, once again nuzzling lightly at his neck before settling back down, nipping lightly at his leg to encourage him to do the same. He had been on his paws all day and he needed rest just as much as she did. They had built a life here, a strange thought to fill her mind… to not only have a life but someone to share it with and children on the way. Everything had happened so strikingly fast and yet she regretted none of it. Not a single moment did she find herself longing for something else. “How was your day? Did anything interesting happen?” He already knew what her day had consisted of: plants, and moving back and forth between the tablinum.