Excitement raced through her veins as she waited for life to return to a semblance of normalcy. However long she waited wouldn’t change anything, her life was going to be drastically different very soon. Poem could hardly believe that she was pregnant, that nestled within were tiny puppies growing and developing. The thought always brought a thrill, a flutter of her heart or a shiver down her spine. She was going to be a mother.

There wasn’t anywhere else she wanted to raise her brood, nor with anyone else. She wasn’t sure that she’d ever seen so much joy on a wolf’s features than when she told her husband what they’d done. Poem hadn’t expected to settle so quickly, but she wouldn’t have changed anything. Still early, today was the day to tell Rhyme. The rest of the family would know quickly afterwards. Poem bumped her shoulder against Theory as they approached Rhyme and Samara’s den. Her little brothers and sisters would be finding their own dens soon, hopefully in time for babysitting duty.

She chuckled inwardly at the thought, Theory was right. She could be afraid and nervous all she wanted but with so much family surrounding them Poem had nothing to fear. Her father, Samara, Rhythm… there were endless paws to help raise her tiny babies. For now, they were here to share the news. ”Tato?” She called out as they stopped outside.

There wasn't any other way she'd do this except by Poem's side. Plus, she wanted to see the expression on their father's face firsthand! His most recent litter hadn't slowed him down a bit, but Theory would be lying if she denied noticing the flecks of grey that had recently appeared in his muzzle. There was no denying it - Rhyme was getting old. But just a little bit old! Not the kind of old that made her worried (not yet, anyway). Theory returned Poem's shoulder bump and turned her head to grin reassuringly back at her sister. Her goal was moral support, of course - not just to see Rhyme's eyes roll back in his head. He surely wouldn't be expecting this so soon after the wedding, but he seemed to approve of Sparhawk; maybe he could show the man a thing or two about bringing a ladylove along this journey. After all, he had plenty of experience.

Rhyme heard Poem’s childhood name for him as he rose from slumber. It wasn’t particularly late, but he had a decent sleep in. The kids were quiet, which should have been an alarm in itself. They were very close to a year old now and the rules were beginning to loosen. They’d be adults soon and any semblance of control over them would be gone. Not that he had much to begin with. The younger brood was forgotten as his blue and lavender eyes fell on Poem and Theory outside the den.

He furrowed his brow as he dipped his silver touched features from the entrance of the den. ”I’m either too paranoid with your younger siblings, or the two of you are up to no good.” He grinned at his daughters, both beautiful blossoms. He said nothing for the moment, but as Poem’s scent wafted towards him. He could be wrong, but he suddenly had a very good idea what was about to be said.

Samara had been enjoying a nice little nap with her mate, rousing as he was already rising to his paws, aparently she needed that sleep. She blinked blearily, forcing herself to focus, the scents of Rhyme's daughter's reaching her. She sat herself up, shaking her fur out a bit, ears perking as she tried to listen to what was being said. There was a telltale addition to Poem's scent and the woman smirked softly, she'd let Rhyme approach and not say anything, simply happy to have even been here for this, especially after the last grandchild snafu, she was also glad Theory was there, clearly excited and supportive. In the end she was glad that Rhyme was still surrounded by those that cared for him... and hopefully soon... more. ""

Rhyme appeared from the den with Samara on his heels and Poem leaned against Theory. She was here for love and support, and maybe take a little wind out of Rhyme’s sails if things got too exciting. This was the moment Poem was most nervous about, and she didn’t know why. She was excited about the new, about telling her dad he’d get to be a grandfather soon. Poem couldn’t help but chuckle as Rhyme greeted the two of them, looking very much like they’d gotten their paws caught in the cookie jar. Poem grinned, knowing she wouldn’t be able to hold the suspense for very long, they were both trained healers.

”Theory didn’t do anything this time.” She joked softly and nudged her sister’s shoulder as she steeled her courage and looked up to Rhyme. ”Sparhawk and I are going to be parents.” Poem said with a bashful grin as one pale paw instinctively went to her belly.

As if she was the trouble maker! Theory had always kept her head down and resolute in her youth. In fact, only lately was she beginning to enjoy any kind of illicit activity. Not that what she had with Thalia was illicit, per se, but it certainly wasn't like she had to clear her intentions with her father any longer. For better or worse, they were all adults here. Right? Theory nuzzled Poem's shoulder and sat down by her side, close enough that she could still feel her sister's warmth and even the slight new curve to her belly. Whatever came next, Theory was completely unprepared - but she was excited to take this journey alongside Poem, supporting her every step of the way. She wouldn't have it any other way.

Samara quietly joined him as his girl’s stood before him, no doubt with some life changing news. He wasn’t old enough to miss the telltale signs, at least now that Poem was right in front of him. Theory looked a little ashamed of herself, or perhaps upset that he would assume the worst of them. Not that he had good examples that he usually lived with, with him and Samara’s brood very nearly yearling's trouble was always brooding.

Poem took all the blame from her sister, and finally announced her news. Rhyme could have and should have expected the words sooner rather than later but this was very soon! He was reminded briefly of Shaye’s words, the Destruction family had never had to work very hard to reproduce.

Even if he was expecting the news, and now he realized she wouldn't be the first to give him grandchildren, Rhyme couldn’t help but erupt into a huge grin. Without hesitation he moved forward to embrace both young women, but especially the mom to be.

”Congratulations, my love.” He told her lovingly, nuzzling into her neck. Abaven was recovering and the new generation was the greatest testament to their perseverance. ”They’re going to be amazing, you are going to be amazing.”He assured her as he sat back, sighing contentedly and grinning brightly. ”Speaking of children though, you should know what I found when Samara and I visited Ashen.” He sighed much less contentedly. ”You have nieces and nephews there by Noir.” It went without saying their brother was not in the picture.

Samara gently leaned into her mate, feeling just so content to be allowed at this small but precious family moment. Poem announced what was clear to them both and the tiny woman practically beamed at the woman, watching as Rhyme moved to embrace his daughter. Though he seemed to have other things on his mind than the simple peace of his daughter's announcement and Samara squashed down the desire to nudge him, was now really the time? But well it was out now wasn't it? She nodded, grimacing slightly. "I knew my sister had had a litter but it was your father who realized their paternal lineage." She felt it was only right they know just how knotted the family tree was getting. ""

Poem felt Theory’s support and comfort as she offered her quiet affection. This wasn’t a difficult task, it was a happy one! She had no doubt Rhyme would be just as joyful as Theo but maybe not as much as Sparhawk. Her father’s features erupted into a grin and Poem’s heart filled with love, adoration, and excitement. She was going to give him grandchildren, Poem was going to be a mother.

The girl leaned into her father’s embrace as he spoke softly to her, his congratulations everything she wanted and needed to hear. For a long moment she felt complete. Like Shaye and Motif were right there with them as she announced the joyous news. ”Thank you, Tato.” She whispered to him as he pulled away and their eyes met for a moment.

Thankfully she was used to her father’s lack of tact, but she still felt a little disappointment at the revelation. Noir had managed to beat her to the punch, she wouldn’t be having the first of the grandchildren. ”Oh…” Poem wasn’t completely sure how to feel, but she knew and hoped, her brother wasn’t in their lives. Samara stepped up to mention that her sister was the one to birth them, their family tree was slowly intertwining with the Klein name. ”Do you think they’d like to meet their cousins when they’re old enough?” She was good at trying to look on the bright side, and any negative emotions were swiftly brushed from her features in favor of the excited grin she couldn’t stop wearing.