Redhawk Caldera Put your dukes up

teya laughed as bronco slowly realized, and then exclaimed. her face was bright, the unshed tears burning away to something else, something more hopeful; she slid her arms around his strong shoulders and let the hope grow, unfurl and blossom until it lodged like sunshine in her belly.
"two weeks. we know then. in meantime, if i keep sick, i go to eljay sooner," she reassured him, grateful in a sudden fierce love for the pack's midwife and healer.
bridget lingered on her mind, her face appearing beside sorana's which always remained behind her right eye — that was unexplainable, a mother's vision.
she wondered, she feared, and she allowed herself to be happy, to share in bronco's obvious joy. 
why did it feel wrong?
she knew.
and yet teya fought; she fought it and pressed forward into his delight. "your eyes are so bright," she said, perhaps nonsensically.
but bronco would know what she meant.