then comes poem with a baby carriage

A couple weeks had passed since she started to call Sparhawk her husband, and so far she enjoyed every moment. Celebrating with her family and seeing the big grins and smiles they put on their faces. She felt like Abaven had a ray of hope, and their future looked so bright. Poem often wore a smile on her features, and she wasn’t sure that she had ever felt this good, physically, mentally, and about herself in general. The young woman struggled through many hardships in her life, but all of it had led to who she was and where she was now. Except for the last few days. She woke up feeling sick every day, she was sensitive to smells, and her abdomen felt sensitive.

Poem was no healer, she hadn’t taken that particular skill from her mother or father. On top of that Poem had little to no experience with pregnancy. Samara had given birth to her siblings, but beyond helping to name them she hadn’t been very hands on. Especially in the early stages. The thought of carrying Sparhawk’s children hadn’t even begun to cross her mind. She didn’t wish to bother her grandmother over such a small belly ache so her pale paws brought her through the thicket. Her sister had been working here recently and if they could have a solution in a few moments she didn’t want to interrupt her current efforts.

”Theory?” Poem called out to her sibling softly. Since Motif had been so quiet recently her alpha half sister had become the closest sibling to her. Poem felt like she could tell her anything and all she’d receive was love and adoration. Of course the opposite was true, but Poem wasn’t sure Theory felt the same. Of course she had many more responsibilities and duties, but the woman wished she could help carry some of that weight. ”Are you out here?” She continued to follow her sisters trail, dark ears perked for Theory’s voice.