trace your roots back to the ground

She'd tried to keep herself busy in the meantime. Tried to keep her anxiety down, tried to sort out what she was feeling. They'd had their talk about their feelings that night when they were drinking, but after that? Well, it seemed that the subject had been sort of dropped. Halo didn't know how to explain it, how to describe it. They were still as close, perhaps closer than they'd ever been. He did a good job taking care of her, whether he knew it or not. Helping with the lifting, helping with the chores. Spending time assembling a nice patio and cozy outdoor space in their downtime. Mortis was all things good, and he'd done so much for her.

And now she had to break the news. She'd idly been sorting herbs and packing seeds, sipping her tea, trying to keep the nausea down. Halo wouldn't admit it, but she was so anxious about the whole thing, her paws were shaking. He's home. He was home, a smoked pheasant in tow. She smiled softly, appreciative of the food, at this point concerned if she'd be able to hold anything down. Maybe once the weight was off her shoulders... maybe.

"Thank you," she spoke softly. Halo swallowed hard, looking up at Mort from where she sat. Better to just rip the band-aid off, right? "Mortis I'm... um, I think, I think I'm pregnant. Well, I think I know I'm pregnant, all of the symptoms and signs and just... I was out of season, it shouldn't have been possible, I..." the words came out as an anxious rush, all at once. Would he be angry? Would he be upset? Was he mad at her? Oh gosh, what would Sirius think? The Warlord would have to hear it from her own mouth that she hadn't been careful enough and now she was going to have pups without his blessing. Everyone was going to be mad and it was her fault.

Oh no.