Redhawk Caldera Darlin', I will be loving you 'til we're 70

His eyes sparkled when she mentioned his absence. It was adorable that she thought she might have changed over the course of a day. Peregrine chuckled at her and nuzzled her cheek, his warm breath ruffling the fur there as he continued to laugh. Then again, was it so silly? Although she would round out gradually, Fox would actually begin showing what seemed like overnight.

The closer he looked, the less convinced Peregrine was that she was actually sporting a baby bump, though. "I bet you'll be rockin' a really obvious baby bump within the week," he told her, now touching his nose to the soft patch of reddish fur between her gray eyes. "Not long after that, you'll start feeling them move. Then anyone touching your side will be able to feel them too. Then they'll be born."

He became rather starry-eyed for a moment, though he remembered himself and said, "Eat up, mama. You're eating for thirteen," Peregrine reminded her. "Hey, speaking of that... what do you think you'll prefer: 'mother,' 'mama,' 'mom' or something else...? My brothers, sister and I were told to call our parents by their first names. We could always go that route."