Barepaw and pregnant in the den

Zee sniffled and shuddered, her body feeling just entirely wrong. The warlord came, then went and her worry only grew in his absence. What if something was truly wrong? As her fear swelled so did her nausea, and she dragged herself off away from the den entrance before he returned so if she needed to be sick again it would be hidden away out of sight. Her lip quivered, and the acidic scent made her eyes sting. When he returned and began to clean her, Zee leaned on her husband for comfort. She didn't know what was wrong, but didn't want to take any chances. "Okay." She whispered in reply, though her eyes begged him not to leave. Why couldn't he be two people, one to fetch the healer and one to cuddle her worries away?