Moonspear Say you're my type

She had heard her husband's word, but subconsciously ignored it.

With a small, anxious whine, Nasamik reached beneath his chin and gripped her son by the nape, pulling him back to her. Back to her belly the child went, her tired body coiling until Raiyuk was entirely hidden. 

It was nothing against Chakliux at all; yet there was some instinctive possessiveness that wanted the babe beside her every second of the day.