most round love

Poem never expected that she would get so big with her pregnancy. There shouldn’t have been a surprise, Sparhawk kept her well fed and then some, but her belly was absolutely massive. Poem had no idea how many little ones might be developing within, but she couldn’t imagine there were less than three. It was late morning now as she finally awoke, though getting comfortable had become a chore she slept so much these days. Growing puppies was hard work, and as the day to give birth steadily approached she left the den less and less. For good reason, she waddled something fierce when she did get out.

The heavily pregnant woman yawned and stretched, her wakefulness also waking the little lives within. She could easily feel them squirming within, and her belly rolled with them. A delighted giggle left her as she watched, completely transfixed. She was equally scared as she was excited, she knew that this was the path she wished to take. She wanted to give Sparhawk puppies, she wanted this family with him. Being pregnant was so different from anything she’d experienced so far but she had the support and love of her husband and whole family. These babies would be born into unconditional love, and by now Poem couldn’t wait to meet them.

Their birth was looming, and Poem was certainly nervous about that part of the deal. She knew that she would be well taken care of, and afterwards it would all be worth it. Soon enough she would be snuggled close with their new little puppies while Sparhawk held them tight. The scene wouldn’t be imaginary much longer, and until then Poem would do her best to get enough sleep and not worry all too much.

She stretched again and struggled to her paws. With the extra weight getting up and down became much more difficult. Still, despite the bitter cold and the inches of snow on the ground there was sunshine. Carefully Poem made her way from the den so she might bask in the sun while she was able.