Deepwood Weald Holdfast but I am the reason we lose the war

She stopped dead in her tracks, tipping her head to the left then shaking it determinedly. She wasn't mental, she was pregante. Very preggos. Full of puppos - his puppos. She waited for a bit, hoping that perhaps he would catch on still and just when she was about to open her mouth-

She almost tumbled right then and there at his reaction and she grinned again, hopping two times before she felt the sickness in her tummy well up again. Oh dear. She let out with a huff, keeping in her waste for now because she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of her lover. She paused, then looked at him. Have you thought about names yet? She asked curiously.