Under Pressure

Absinth’s emerald eyes widened with a mixture of delight and astonishment as she took in the sight of Elysia's swelling belly. She felt a surge of joy, her lips curling with mischievous affection. “Ely, that’s great!” She exclaimed, as she leaned in to nuzzle Elysia’s cheek again, this time with a deeper warmth. “I’m the first to know? I’m fucking honored!”

She pulled back slightly, her eyes shining with excitement. “I can only imagine his reaction when he finds out. And the father?” Absinth wanted to know who to look out for, especially if Ezekial might be chasing them down with a pitchfork.

Absinth chuckled, the sound rich with amusement. “That’s some wonderful news, Ely. I’ll be here to support you if you need it.” She wrapped a paw around Elysia, giving her a reassuring squeeze.
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