Yup this is totally a daydream

Even as Rhyme tried to comfort her she thought he was sick or at least trying to play some sick joke on her. It really wasn’t funny if he was. It was cruel to joke like this, considering that she loved kids and would love to one day have a litter with someone she loved. Though he pulled her close and something in the way he spoke again told her he wasn’t joking and truly believed what he said. Her ears pressed back.

He listed off what she knew first, the over eating, the emotions that seemed out of whack. But then he made mention of something she couldn’t confirm. She could barely smell things and identify them so she didn’t know about that one. Though rhyme hadn’t really been one to lie about anything to her before. She looked back at the roundness of her stomach. Was she?

How could she be though? She was infertile. Or at least she had thought so. ”Your not joking are you? Cuz it’s not funny if you are…..” she looked back at him. Tears were coming from her eyes and she wiped at them. She wanted kids one day but had thought it impossible. She nodded though to his question about herbs. ”You….. Aren’t going to make me terminate if I am….. Are you?” It was almost a whisper. She didn’t want to terminate if she was pregnant.