Close together and far apart

Holy crap, it had happened. Of all the times for it to happen… this wasn't the way it was supposed to go. He was supposed to sweep her off her paws and treat her like royalty, force her to relax and have a stressless pregnancy. Ollie's warnings came to mind. Thank fuck the healer had stayed in that side of the quarantine. 


He flexed his claws in the dirt and stared at her. Their children. “You should leave the Armada. You should head to the Hallows and wait it out there, away from all this. They have excellent healers.” And it would be a stupid, selfish thing to do. It would put them at risk of whatever had contaminated the Armada. “Our children..” he wanted to hold her so badly. He stared at the gaping distance between them.