Yup this is totally a daydream

When Rhyme said no she assumed it was his answer to if he had gotten someone pregnant, and she nodded. He probably knew he didn’t need more kids right now, which was a good thing. Though then he went on to tell her she was. Her look she gave was one of confusion and disbelief. Had he been feeling okay? Didn’t he know she was infertile? She sat up and aimed to put a paw on his head, checking for a temperature. Nope not that, she retracted her paw and tried to figure this out. ”Don’t think so, seeing as I'm obviously infertile or else all those times i would of had puppies for the masters.”

Was he okay? Did his duck go belly up before or was he just on some sort of mushroom? Then he asked if she was hurt. Honestly did he just ask about her sex life? ”I owed him my life Rhyme if your talking about why I had another’s scent on me the other day… he saved me from one of them.” Ox hadn’t hurt her, and had been nice to her. It didn’t matter anyway, the man was likely miles upon miles gone by now and would never be seeing her again. She should of washed his scent off probably but she hadn’t thought Rhyme would be so protective over her.

She did glance back to her stomach though. Sure it had gotten a little rotund but she didn’t think it was that bad. Did she really look fat, and pregnant? ”Do i really look that fat? I didn’t think i did….” Her eyes were watering again as she looked back at Rhyme. She was on the verge of crying again, over something so small. Maybe she was just stressing out, because she had no one telling her what to do and she was always looking over her shoulders for masters.