I am Not My Own
07-10-2013, 01:21 AM
Creating them had been pleasurable, but now the hard work would start to set in. Her body would have to help them begin their development, there would be many long weeks ahead of her. She was incredibly grateful for her mate, she would not have been able to get through with out him. Even now the excitement was giving way to nerves. She had to keep calm, the less stress she experienced during the pregnancy the better. Pups did better in a stress free environment, so that was what she was determined to give them. Only the best environment for her little brood. Cherokee moved to nuzzle her not yet swollen abdomen. They would be able to see them soon enough. One thing she was not looking forward to, getting bigger. Maybe they'd be small and it would end up being hardly noticeable. She could only hope, "They're going to be so wonderful, just like you." She happily licked his nose, her multicolored gems glittered with excitement. "Everything is happening so fast. But I'm glad. I can't wait to meet them." "talking" |