--SYMPTOMS--

As she thanked him, sterling eyes widened ever so slightly as a bit of the normal Marvel seeped through. "You're thanking me for knocking you up? That's a first.." he would say with every intention of lightening what had been a powerful moment. Though it wouldn't take away the seriousness of her - no, their - situation, it would hopefully do something to bring them back into the reality that they could and would survive this. His muzzle would gently caress the top of her head, moving back along her neck to allow his trachea to rest on her crown. He could feel the weakness her morning sickness had left behind, but thought no less of her for it. She murmured more words that he responded to with a faint almost purr-like vibration of his larynx. She was proud that they were his, and was glad that it had been he to engage in this 'accident' as she so put it with her. A smirk curled in the corners of his lips. "You might not feel the same when it's my turn to babysit," he would retort with his usual jesting tone. The reality of it all had fully hit Marvel, and his shields had gone up to protect his innermost being, already he could feel his mind and words contorting to make it seem as if he was cool and confident, when in reality he felt like pitching a royal fit like a child.

She hoped he found happiness. Marvel's eyes shut instinctively, drawing in his innermost feelings and shutting them away in the vault that was his heart. He couldn't appear weak, couldn't admit to her that as far as happiness - this was as close as he would probably ever get. His fangs held tight together in a vice grip as he forced himself not to respond, but instead let out another guttural sound of acknowledgement. Tail wavered behind him as he tried to force his mind onto the future instead of the present. Just what would they do next? If she was showing these signs now, it meant that she would likely be due at the beginning of Winter. Their children would need an extremely warm and comfortable den to stay in. Not to mention it would have to be large enough for both Jupiter, Marvel, and the children - if she intended to let Marvel be in on the entire process. Of course logically she would have to, because - as Celeste - it was his job to see to the healthy delivery of any and all children in Ludicael. "We've got some serious planning to do," he would comment rather unconsciously - as he was currently lost in his thoughts.

"Speech"