gentleman's honor
03-22-2014, 05:39 PM
He knew her predicament, he also knew there was very very little he could do about it. She didn't seem overly upset about the prospect of having children, so perhaps she didn't even think of it as a predicament at all. Perhaps, to her, it was a blessing. Or perhaps even still it was a gift from a rogue male. Perhaps she didn't want any strings, any loose ends, any testosterone affecting the lives of her children. That seemed the more likely scenario, but he knew that there was an alternative. The other side of the coin was that she might want someone there for the children, someone with masculine influence. She might even want someone there for her, and that someone could easily be him. He wanted it to be him. The call rang out, long, melodic, but relaxed in nature. There was no need to frighten a pregnant woman into rushing to his side. This was a courtesy call, nothing more. As the howl tapered off he rocked onto his haunches, feeling the heat circulate through his hips as he rested upon the warm stone. This would be a lovely place to sun himself, and he would certainly give it a shot after his meeting with the Queen. "Talk" "You" Think |