Sun Mote Copse I just wanna roll my sleeves up and start again

It wasn't long before Eljay was mashing his face against the swell of her belly. Wildfire chortled, mostly 'cause it tickled. She gazed at him fondly, wondering if he could feel or maybe even hear anything? She took in the look on his face, struck with raw wonder at first, then switching to a look of intense concentration. She held her breath, trying not to laugh. It was such a sight to behold.

She'd shared moments similar to this with Thuringwethil, although the commander hadn't been nearly this emotive or expressive. Wildfire had never realized how much she really needed such things from a partner until now, how much she'd been left wanting for someone who felt as strongly as she did. They'd argued because of that very issue from time to time, though she caught herself and decided not to dwell on the past but instead return to the present moment.

"Well," she spoke softly after a long beat, "do you...?"