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"Oh my gosh, Fox!" Peregrine screeched as he came thundering into the den, short of breath and eyes shining with excitement. "I just realized something: I can officially refer to you as a MILF!" His tail wagged so hard that it beat the walls on either side of him. With a chortle, he let his legs buckle so that he sprawled beside his lovely mate.

"Feel anything yet?" he asked, his tone playful. Of course it was too early for any pregnancy symptoms to crop up yet. "I think your boobs are getting bigger," he jested, staring at the one row of teats he could see from this angle. "You momshell you," he purled, brushing his tongue up and over her cheek.

"So I talked to some potential Caretakers," he said after a moment, "so we can proactively tackle the issue of time management. I figured I'd vet them for you, then send the promising ones your way. I feel like you should get final say in who we trust to sit them. I really like pretty much everyone here but since they're our babies and everything..." They wouldn't trust just anybody, would they?