no news is good news

He felt nervous, and maybe he shouldn’t have felt anxious but with the inkling of uncertainty he was. After talking to Samara earlier he felt like he couldn’t relax, but he’d go on with his plans for that evening. He brought with him a bit of dinner to share with his alpha daughter, and he hoped he caught her before she decided to eat. Making his way to Abaven’s current gathering place he lowered the turkey carcass to the ground. Alright maybe he got his favorite meal but that would be alright, surely Theory would enjoy it as well.

Rhyme tried to let himself get comfortable, haunches coiling beneath him as he took in a deep breath. This was only supposed to b telling her about the step he took with Samara, not the possibility of the step after that. However, after two out of season pregnancies he wasn’t going to miscount anything. Likely, Samara was already pregnant. He steadied himself and called out for Theory, uncertain of her reactions but hopeful that she would be as eager as he was.