The definition of the past is...

Venom didn’t want to be insensitive, that was never her intention but even then she couldn’t help the words that fell from her lips. ”Oh gods, seven.” Venom’s eyes widened slightly and her voice took on a quiet tone between awe and horror. She did a lot of second guessing the more she suffered through the pregnancy, but in that moment she wondered if Hattori indeed was the best sire for her children. She knew a nice little three would be too much to ask for, but potentially birthing seven puppies? Deathbelle had five in her own litter, and none of them were small wolves.

Her sunset gaze returned to her belly, not the first time she’d tried to see past the dark fur to the womb beneath. What was hidden there and what did she have to face when the day came? Venom hated how nervous and anxious it all made her, she was the Empress, the steadfast leader of the Ashen Empire and here she was reduced to these crippling emotions. ”I hate how anxious I am.” She didn’t mean to make the conversation so one sided, but Kiyo was here, and seemed to be an eager ear to listen. ”I”m excited too, I’m so ready to meet and love them, but...” She couldn’t explain where the feeling came from, but in this aspect of her life she’d always been uncertain and now as she lived through the experience her worry only intensified. Venom shook her head, trying to clear the thoughts and disappointment from her.