Sun Mote Copse Shedding aches for truth in a shape that's new

Like expected by brain-logic, Wiffle was totally sweet about the whole thing and started to not only shush him, which luckily made his emotions sink a bit again so that the cry-alarm was gone for now, but also explained what she had meant. She explained it so sweetly and calmly, and it made Eljay feel all the feels again that had startled him so much when they'd cried and hugged together earlier. A few things startlingly clicked into place: when mommy had said that you didn't know you were in love even though it was super clear to everyone else. Was this that? It felt so good and yet so scary and dangerous in a way. He wanted to just be with Wiffle and protect her all the time.

She said his body would know what to do and he nodded. It did feel like that, although he also wasn't too sure he really wanted it. But... She told him that this would mean that she might get pregnant and that was a language the midwife and aspiring father understood. Her stuttering took Eljay by surprise, too, but he listened patiently, waiting for her to gather her words. He swallowed dryly as Wiffle said that she wanted to have children with him, but the implications of that weren't entirely clear to him. He could only guess that it meant she also wanted to be with him, right..? But he was too afraid to ask, too afraid to burn his fingers on this despite how sweet she'd been.

Okay, he said hoarsely to show he understood more or less what she said. Being a father was his dream, and to do it with Wiffle too was like.. even better.

Eljay wanted to really just get on with the puppy making, but a nagging voice just wouldn't leave him alone. It caused him to speak out any his uncertainties again: Is that... Does that mean you want to be, uhm.. together? but somehow he couldn't get the last word past his lips. He looked at Wiffle and nosed the fur in her neck while breathing in her scent. She smelled so wonderfully sweet, but then again, she always did. He wanted to ask for confirmation so badly but he also didn't want to keep Wiffle too long from what she wanted so much. What do I do? he asked, and he buried his face as well as he could against Wiffle's shoulder, feeling super embarrassed about his lack of understanding. His instincts weren't exactly helping along as well as he'd hoped.