Paradise Lost

Try as she might to disguise her fatigue and nervousness, Romulus saw it all on Lillith's face. He knew his lover had been struggling so much for the past few weeks, and try as he might to mask his own unease with confidence that everything would be all right, it was becoming more and more difficult to keep up that facade around her. This was hands down one of the most difficult things Roman had ever had to do. Not only was it physically, mentally, and emotionally taxing on the two young wolves, but it made him feel utterly useless and helpless to do anything but comfort Lil to the best of his abilities. Roman was a go-getter, a problem solver. He hated being sidelined to just do what he could while Lillith took the brunt of the suffering for them and their children. But no matter how rough it got, he couldn't bring himself to regret the decision they'd made nor the lives they were making together. He loved Lillith, and he loved his yet unborn children. For them, he would give and do anything.

Lillith answered his question somewhat groggily, confirming his suspicions about her state. Today was an average day for her—neither good nor bad. He supposed that was good, considering some of the worse days she'd had as of late. Leaving the window to return to her side, Romulus sat down beside the edge of the bed and rested his chin on the mattress, gazing at Lil with a combination of adoration and worry, content to just watch her while she ate. He prayed beyond hope that she and the pups would be all right. They just had to be. "How are they doing today?" he asked in a softer voice, trying to hide the little quiver of anxiousness in his voice while steely silver eyes drifted to her swollen belly where his children were growing within her.

"Speech"