Caution, Overweight Load Ahead
At first, Bass had been a little playful with her, agreeing that the development of pups within one's womb was beautiful. He also mentioned the appearance of both of them. But almost instantly afterward, that playful expression faded, and Wren saw it as clear as day. He growled. "I know you will be safe, my flower." She regret ever bringing up the safety of the birthing. Of course, she was as nervous as hell, but worrying Bass and causing the mood to slump downward wasn't helping one bit.
"Do you hear me?" It was after that he questioned her understanding to what he said, and Wren nodded almost immediately. So many things rapidly bounced back and forth within in her head, until she finally concluded to herself that she wanted to sleep. She didn't want to talk about the birthing anymore. Talking about the pups was fine.
Wren lowered her head and forced her eyes shut, calm breathes spilling from her lips. She shifted to the side by just slightly to get closer to her husband, before finally allowing words to process in her mind. "I'll be okay," She opened her eyes and turned them to her mate. "as long as you're there." It was all she would say about the birthing. No more being nervous, scared...she was better than that. Like Bass said, she was bold...who was she to let birth get to her? The dame turned her eyes away again and forced them shut, tail sweeping at the walls of the den silently. Whenever Bass was around, she was calm and relaxed. She found peace when she was close to him. Perhaps, if he was there for the birthing, everything would be a little easier? It'd be less likely for her to panic or lose consciousness maybe?
Eh, she really didn't know the first thing about giving birth. Not the pain, not how you are supposed to breathe or push...nothing. All she knew was that in the end, it'd be worth it. Worth the pain, worth the struggle, everything. The thought of it almost sounded silly.
Wren breathed out a soft laugh and opened her eyes again, a weak smile forming across her lips. She raised her head and adjusted it back so it was close to Bass and her unborn children. Then she began to hum for just a short while, the song in which both her and her husband sang together that one night. It was one of her favorite parts, but it was short, and it ended almost instantly. "I hope they like to sing." She stated in a whisper, her voice playful. Eventually, once they get older, she may teach them to sing. Unless they already know what it's like. Wren smirked and turned her teasing eyes to her husband. "Daddy should sing to them. Even if they aren't born, maybe they'll hear you." The sudden change of mood for her was relaxing. But by now, these mood swings, they were probably beginning to irritate Bass.
"Wren's Speech"
"Bass' Speech"