Time to get used to 'Daddy'

[Dyzzie]

ℓυиαя --- I WARNED YOU.

The female was pacing slowly in front of the nursery, each step a dainty, but thoughtless one that showed how preoccupied her mind was. Some of the queens had heard about her situation, and thankfully had taken the kits under their wings so she could sort through her thoughts before . . . . before going to go talk to Ashnight. Oh god, she couldn't face him. What was she suppose to say. She'd been thinking about it for ages now and still had no answers to what she could, or might be able to say. She sighed, her head shaking slowly as she tried to gather her wits. Just tell him. Just tell him. Before it would become too obvious. Already she had a little extra weight gain, just a tad, that wasn't noticeable beneath her thick, fluffy pelt. but soon it would be. And . . . oh dear god, she couldn't do this. How was she suppose to do it. She just wanted to curl up under a rock and have someone else do the telling. No. No. She owed him this, he was her mate, she should be the one to tell him. No one else. but how was she suppose to do this.

She continued her slow pacing, not watching where she was going. A few cats had been frowning, concerned the female would eventually trip, run into the wall, something just as fitting for the sweet, shy queen. It was at that point that a warrior took off to find the gray tom, finding him and approaching, Go check on that queen of yours. She's scaring everyone with her pacing. He commented, before heading off to do patrol, the female utterly unaware of Ashnight being warned until she suddenly ran head first into him, stumbling back and landing on her rear end, one paw daintly raised in surprise, her ears falling as she looked up at the gray tom with a slightly sheepish and shy smile, "Uh, h-hi Ashnight." Huh, that wasn't going to do. She took a deep breath, forcing her voice to study, "Uh, er, uhmm, what. . . uh, what are you . . . what are you doing here?" That wasn't going to work either. She blushed beneath her pelt, "Uh, not to say I'm not glad to see you, or anything! I'm always happy to see . . . I just, er . . . I think I'm going to go die in a hole now." She mumbled, fully embarrassed as she dropped her front half of her body to teh ground, covering her face with her paws, clearly still preoccupied with her thoughts. SHe should just tell him. but how. How? SHe needed to tell him. She just couldn't bring it out. Oh, this was just horrible.

[ℓυиαя]

The grey tom was making his way into camp when he noticed Brightblossom pacing around the camp, obviously preoccupied in her thoughts. Everywhere he went now, she was the first one she looked for, she was the first one he saw. She was ingrained in his senses and he couldn't stop it even if he wanted to. Yellow eyes narrowed as the tom started over to her however he was promptly interrupted by a younger warrior with a message about that pacing queen in particular.

"Go check on that queen of yours. She is scaring everyone with her pacing."

Yes well he could see that. Nodding a dismissal and silent 'I got it,' to his clanmate, Ashnight continued towards his mate just in time for the pretty queen to come barreling towards him, not noticing where she was or that he was there until she bumped into his legs and fell back on her rear. Cocking his head to the side, Ashnight assessed her for injuries of any sort, any reason why she could be upset about something. Nothing came to mind.

"Uh, h-hi Ashnight." A pause. Why was she so nervous? "Uh, er, uhmm, what. . . uh, what are you . . . what are you doing here?" Even though he took no offense and watched with that neutral expression of his, she seemed to want to rectify the situation. "Uh, not to say I'm not glad to see you, or anything! I'm always happy to see . . . I just, er . . . I think I'm going to go die in a hole now."

What was wrong? The she cat often went through bouts of nervousness, embarrassment and low confidence but not normally like this, not around him any longer. Eyes turned soft with concern for his new mate and Ashnight stepped forwards towards her, dropping his head to touch his nose to hers. "Take a breath.. Then.. tell me what's wrong."

[Dyzzie]

The female tilted her head slowly, troubled by her thoughts that were running wild through her head. What was she suppose to do! This was insane, crazy, troubling. She sighed, and only then did she stumble into her mate, falling back and looking up as he cocked his head, looking over her before she stumbled over a greeting. Her body took a huge breath as his eyes turned soft, relaxing just a touch as his nose touched hers, and when he spoke, she slowly nodded. Tell him what was wrong, "Nothing's wrong . . . well, not really. Different I guess . . . . or maybe just changed, or . . . ." She was stalling and she felt her embarrassment up again. She twirled her tail, the feathered plum shield her face, one paw at the tip to pull it low enough to see his face, hesitating as she mumbled through the thick fur, "I'm expecting kits." Soft, barely there, too soft and muffled to hear. Try again. She took a second deep breath, her entire body quivering with it, hesitating. Speaking again, "I'm expecting kits. Our kits." Still muffled, a little louder. Good enough. And then. She realized she'd really said it, dropping to her belly and fully hiding her face, fully embarrassed at her struggle to tell good news. It was horridly stupid of her. She waited, for any kind of reaction, slowly peering up at him through the fur of her tail again.

[ℓυиαя]

At her muffled words, Ashnight didn't catch the whisper but he knew enough from her body language to tell that she had just said what she had been scared of. Crouching down so that his head was close to hers as she buried her pretty face among her fur, Ashnight made sure to catch it the second time around. 

"I'm expecting kits. Our kits."

Wait, what?

It took a few moments for the words to sink in in their entirety and he sat there for a moment, silent. It took a lot to surprise the tom and this had succeeded. Finally, a grin over took those handsome features and he purred low in his throat, peeking through the plumed tail to his mate behind. Straightening up, Ashnight bent his head and licked her fur atop her head gently.

"Family. You'll make a.. wonderful mother." Starclan, she was already doing so well with their adopted kits, what was a few more?

[Dyzzie]

The calico was utterly, horribly embarrassed as she forced herself to repeat the words. Now she was of course, in no way, ashamed. but shy, and unsure of how to tell her mate the news - definitely. At his tender lick, she visibly relaxed, moving her tail slightly, she glanced up and pureed at his words, a small smile, "And you'll be a wonderful father." She spurred gently, slowly sitting up to lean into him, licking his cheek tenderly. "but we'll have to work on your speaking skills . . . We don't want the kits afraid of their oh so silent, oh so strong father." She teased playfully, not minding his silence at all, and knowing he knew it too. He'd taught her just how much could be said with silence, and their silence spoke volumes of love and trust.