Walking home after their talk with Deathbelle was surreal. They had barted the lives of their children for their happiness right now. He wasn’t certain what to think of that, and if he should regret it. He couldn’t quite bring himself to, knowing he liked the idea of raising his children with hers. His uncertainly lay in the ranking differences, and how his children may be treated as they grew. Perhaps in time, once wounds healed, and him and Deathbelles friendship was close once more (he dearly, dearly hoped for this) they would raise their children together with love, and his fears would be for nought. His thoughts heavily on the future, he walked beside Zee in relative silence away from Deathbelles den. Together, they were heading home they reached the den adn he paused, catching the scent of Luce, and remembering how he had been kicked from his den. “Luce, do you have a moment? We need to come to a new arrangement between, you, myself, and my Wife” There. That should let off a few bombs. "Speech"

The walk with Sirius was mostly silent, the two were still coming to terms with the new arrangement and receiving Deathbelle's blessing and so it was natural that they'd struggle to find words to say to each other. At least, that's what Zee told herself up until Sirius poked his head towards the den and said his piece. "Sirius!" She reprimanded, voice pitchy with disbelief. "It has been what, five whole minutes? Good lord, Seer. Wife!" The small wolf scoffed haughtily, her head shaking as she moved past him so that she could reach the den first. "Ignore him, please. He only wants to return home." Hastily she tried to recover from Sirius' over-eager title, making sure that as soon as she crossed the door to the home and saw Luce that she performed a curt bow of respect. Bow completed, she straightened herself and turned to look at Sirius behind her, eyes narrowed. She lowered her voice so she might be able to whisper her disbelief at him. "Perhaps no one told you, but it's generally polite to propose before declaring yourself wed." Her head shook once more at the shenanigans, and then turned back to see what Luce might say. "Speech"

The word tasted like sunrises in his mouth, it tasted like future, and all the times he could spend with Zee, taking her sass and dolling it back. Defending her from all the world, and keeping her safe as was now his right to do. The over protective, possessive bastard didn’t even think for a moment that she would protest it, despite her contrary nature. He paused, blinked, and looked back at her, surprised that after all they had just gone through with Deathbelle, all they had promised, she would protest this. Was it not already a sure thing? “We have just sought out and received Deathbelles blessing, and promised her our children, how much more solid can you ask for?” he growled at her, saying more in front of Luce then he intended to as he reacted defensively. no he had just decided he could call her his in all things. It was too late for her to back out. “Very well then” he said stiffly, And promptly moved towards her, cutting off her entrance into the den and falling to his knees before her. “Zee, Wolf of my heart, wife of mine, be mine” he said. It was a great deal less of a question then it should have been "Speech"

Oh good lord! "NO." Zee bellowed, scrambling towards him to try and bat his lowered muzzle closed with her paws. "No no, no Sirius." A panicked expression towards the Klein healer - one of her many masters being forced to witness this moment, and then she returned to desperately drumming against Sirius' muzzle. "Stop stop, get up. We will discuss this later." Her words went from sheer desperation quite abruptly towards an icy threat. She turned away from him, placing her body between Sirius and Luce and standing as high as she could to block her view of him. "Hi, Luce. We'd like Sirius to be allowed to live here again please." She attempted with an embarrassed chuckle. "Speech"

They had woken her rather rudely from her nap. There were few moments that Lucretia allowed herself sleep, but knowing that Sirius and Zee were sitting with the Empress had been an excellent opportunity to snatch some sleep. It would be the last few precious minutes of rest she'd have before the puppies were due to arrive, which seemed to be nearly any hour now. She blinked bleary eyes and stood up slowly, still addled from a poor nap. Lucretia followed their banter with her head cocked, her eyes widening as they tittered back and forth. Wife? Promised our children? Wife? Coughing politely, she gave the pair a long, considered side-eye. "I am running on a cumulative less than three hours of sleep over the past four days. With the puppies due any day now, you may have your den back. I'll be moving into Belle's den until the babes are weaned." She shook out her coat thoroughly. There wasn't any time for Sirius' love-addled gestures, and she was glad to see that Zee agreed with her. "Do whatever you'd like with your personal time, but hold off on a wedding for a few months. The Empress and I have enough on our paws," she rolled her eyes and sidled towards the entrance of the den. Lucretia lived a spare life - there was hardly any evidence of her occupation of the den aside from a vaguely medicinal odor. "But, ah, congratulations," she shrugged, offering Zee a friendly, conspiratorial wink as if to say men, am I right? "And if you hurt her in your sleep again, I'll kill before you can commit an honorable suicide." With that, Lucretia took her leave. What she'd witnessed was... well, frankly, hysterical. But she was sure Deathbelle would not feel the same. Her sister had to focus on the labor at hand. Luce would try to keep Sirius' mad escalation of the relationship under wraps for now.

Zee’s immediate response increased his obsessiveness to her, as she denied him once again in his bid to call her wife. She was his that was what she had decided. He had given up much to call her so, and had hurt his childhood friend for this. His heart still ached at the thought, but the raging, possessive streak inside of him did not quall. He would call Zee wife, no matter what it took.

He did however get to his feet, and stop blocking the way. Her dumming against his muzzle caught a few good scratches, but he ignored them. The grumpy healer gave them both a ‘look’ and he looked innocently back at her. “Thank you, Lucretia” he said politely to her, dipping his head in an elegant bow as he made room for her to pass. He might be unashamed of his antics, but he would still be polite to the respectable healer and Klein.

She spoke of a wedding, and his eyes danced a little. “Would we be able to speak of weddings later, Lucretia? When you aren’t so busy of course” he said. He felt the stern healer had a decent sway in this pack, and her residing over it might give it a little more authority, and, with Deathbelle off the table, Lucretia would be his first pick. The healer then gave her congratulations, and added in a threat. He had no intention of hurting Luce, and gave no threat back, only another, very deep bow, back to her.

Zee made sure to infuse her voice with as much admiration and appreciation as she could handle. "Thank you, Lucretia." She caught the Klein woman's wink and visibly was taken aback, a quiet spluttering noise coming from her maw. Didn't Luce hate her? Zee was confused, but not prepared to argue the friendly gesture. She waited until the healer was further away, snapping a glare towards Sirius as he requested Luce to speak of weddings in the future. Once she was certain that they were alone, she whirled on Sirius once more. "Good God, Sirius." She whined in disbelief. "Deathbelle only just gave us her blessing, do you really want to go rubbing it in her face? How will she feel when Luce approaches her talking of a wedding?!" The small slave did her best to glare hard daggers into her friend's face, but it was too hard to keep that level of anger for long. After a long moment, Zee's lips upturned in a smile and she moved towards him. Her small form leaped upwards, and her forepaws wrapped around his neck in a tight embrace whether he liked it or not. Her head nuzzled deep into the fur of his scruff and maw parted in a pleasant sigh. She'd waited too long to show him such affection, and now with Deathbelle's blessing no amount of annoyance at his careless declaration of marriage could stop her from finally doing so. "Speech"