Barepaw and pregnant in the den

Sirius waited as Io saw to his wife. He kept himself still, frozen, after she had moved him aside. He hovered, but not too close. He wanted to fidget and growl, and tear his claws through the earth, but he forced absolute stillness over himself. Discipline. Melodrama would not help his wife.

When Io’s face turned to a smile, and she cast her gaze back to him, and spoke those three simple words He paused. It took a moment to sink it, and about the time Zee started to accuse him, he broke free of his stillness. He whooped, big and loud, jumping to his feet, and howled to the sky. “We did it!” he growled possessively, falling to his knees and sweeping Zee into him, grabbing Io with a large paw and dragging her into the bear hug whether or not she wished it. “All of us did this. We made children”