Hideaway Strath It's all so incredibly loud

He loves the way she leans into his touch like she can’t get enough of him. ‘Cause he sure as hell can’t get enough of her. He’s completely and hopelessly obsessed and it shows in his loving gaze when he’s leaning his massive head on her swollen belly. He can feel the little buggars moving around and it freaks him out as much as it makes him happy. 

They do that a lot at night. She says and Kyn thinks what it would be like to be her. He’s quickly thinking how lucky he is to not be the one having the pups. For weeks he’s tended to her, she’s been throwing up, and feeling nauseous almost 24/7. He honestly feels bad, but he knows when the little guys (or girls) are born it would be worth it. Then a new hell would enter their life. A good hell if that’s such a thing. He knows he’s going to tear his fur out trying to keep his children in check and train them as much as possible. He’s going to be a busy father he’s sure. Busy, but so ungodly happy, no doubt.

He feels another one kick and he can’t help but swoon when Simmik mentions the pups liking his voice. It makes him feel warm inside and he’s dying to meet them. He wants to know what genders they are, wants to see what they’re going to look like. So it makes him curious as to what Simmik thinks too.

The brindle giant’s golden eyes look up to her softly where he lies on her stomach. “I hope they come out soon.” He hums hopefully. “What do you think they’ll be? Boys? Girls? What do you think they’ll look like?” He has no idea himself but he wonders how often she’s thought about it.