When I'm all choked up, but you're okay

Archon had made a point to try to see both of the mothers of his children on a daily basis, going so far as to postpone all sermons until their birth just so he could dedicate time to serving them and spending time with them. For Deathbelle, those times had led to a deepening of their love, but for Dea... Archon just wasn't sure. She seemed so scared and timid, unlike anything he had seen from her or expected of a demon queen. He had expected her to be strong and eager and to rise through the ranks quickly and gracefully.

This was the second time now that she had pushed away from their conjoined path and it was beginning to make Archon worry. What if she decided after the pups were born that pack life wasn't for her? What if she decided the pups weren't for her? Or God? There were now many insecurities that passed through Archon's mind and he tried to shake them as he sorted them out.

He came to see her just as she finished speaking to another pack wolf. A grimace crossed his face as he came closer to the two. His eyes stayed on Dea, his brows knitting together, "I don't understand. I have sought you out endlessly, and you know you can always come to me, Dea." He looked to the other male for a moment, "Any moments alone were supposed to give you the space you used to desire, although perhaps I should be more vigilant over those I love."