We made these

Her mouth fell slightly agape, the tears running through her fur. He was right. There was no way of knowing the size of any baby once conceived. He caged her paw, his tone final. Meant for comfort, meant for control. Could she see how much he loved her? Or was she so blinded by her fear of not being wanted?

"Another?" She whispered as if he had punched her, "Another? But..." She didn't hear his words about how he chose her.

"Are you already bedding this other then?" She asked darkly. Her claw clenched the stone as it was pressed under his, her eyes now cast away from his face, to watch the little forms wriggle in their sleep. How dare he. He could not wait to dig his cock in something until she healed? She forgot how conflicted he had been when he was still devoted to Hazel. She had broken him of this habit surely, if he had done it once he could do it again.