Gunnar was a gentleman now. Reformed and renewed and taught to be polite, speak properly and treat everyone with respect. But that didn't mean he wasn't a male anymore. When Fia started to undress, he couldn't help but watch, ears perking with interest, fur growing a touch too warm for comfort. A familiar feeling, much more familiar than love or joy, pinched the back of his mind ever so slightly. That feeling was different now, more meaningful, more heated, but once she was shifted, it settled again. She came over and brushed against him and he whined, a happy sound met with licks and nuzzled against her fur. I'll never leave you, Fia. He murmured into her fur, nipping at her scruff playfully, gently, lovingly. When her tail started wagging a moment later, he perked his ears again.
Then she mentioned pups. At first, he thought he'd be terrified. But then, the encounter with Sophie and Boothe came back to him, how he'd quickly learned to like the little guys despite their annoying age. They'd turned out to be pretty cool for little kids. Surely his own kids would be way cooler than that, right? Right. And Fia... they'd probably make him proud someday, as long as they took after their mother.
But there were no pups. There were no mini Fias and Gunnar running around or waiting to be taught to hunt or fight or read or write. No little ones. Suddenly, there was a new fear. An anxious fear, one that settled into his stomach and refused to go away. Would they ever have pups? Would they ever be good parents to little Fias and Gunnars? Would he ever be able to teach a tiny him how to woo the ladies?
They were getting married soon. They were mates. Wasn't that part of being mates? Having puppies and raising a family? Surely at his new rank, the same as her, Fedele, he could stand to focus a little less on training and a little more on his family, right? Right. With a rumble, that fear went away and he stood just tall enough to put a paw over her back, teeth going to nip gently at her ears. Someday very soon? He hinted, voice taking on a new tone, a new ring, a new sensation. New for her, but not for him. New for him, though, at the same time as being familiar. This wasn't wooing the ladies or trying to get laid. This was...
What was this?
This was loving his Fia, giving her what she wanted, what she desired, when she wanted and desired it to be. This was following his instincts, his heart. This was living as he should've been living a long, long time ago. This was love and he never, ever wanted to lose this. This was his everything, his life, his future. Maybe... in two months? His voice lowered again as he whispered words into her ear, hinting, begging, pleading, wishing, hoping, praying she was ready. He was.
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