The past three days had certainly been something of a whirlwind for the Stormbringer male. In times like these, he always marvelled at how hectic his life was, how many twists and turns it took. The day before yesterday had been, well pretty horrendous. He’d gone to the gardens to try and clear his head, sort through the thoughts that were plaguing him. Colibri had met him out there and it just seemed to have gone from bad to worse. After trying to gauge what was wrong with her, she’d eventually given her symptoms and had perhaps unknowingly admitted that she’d been feeling rough since her attack. In some kind of weird, messed up connection Saul had guessed at Coli’s rape, to which she’d admitted. It had hit both of them hard, to talk about such matters and both parties found it difficult to speak. Saul, on the other hand, found it extremely difficult to tell her what he thought was wrong with her. Colibri was pregnant.The helplessness of the situation was crushing, but he’d examined her and found her stomach already hardening with the changes of childbirth.
Their meeting had come to an awkward end to say the least and Saul had been in a bit of a tumultuous state of mind since then. The building project had to carry on however and yesterday had been spent in a relatively subdued state of mind, directing others into the erection of the walls of their village hall. His distraction had perhaps not gone unnoticed, but it wasn’t his news to tell and any advances of others to talk to him were rebuffed with a grateful but firm smile of thanks before they continued. Their building day had taken longer than the foundations and darkness was beginning to descend on Vinátta when the group had knocked the last plank of wood into place and had taken a step back to admire the four walls that would make up their new hall. His mind, however, had been unable to rest and he’d returned to his house and Lilin the previous night unsettled and late.
His dreams seemed to have a way of trying to answer the unspoken question racing around in his mind. Flashes of a round, dark belly came to him, two brown paws stroking the plumpness lovingly. He would, of course, recognise any part of his belle’s body in any form of dream he had and the sudden realisation that he’d been dreaming about Lilin being pregnant had woken him with a shock. Chaste kisses were given despite the shaking hands with which he’d held his love before he’d left for a morning patrol. He didn’t avoid seeing her, but there was that niggling feeling in the back of his head that he couldn’t shake. Still, he returned early this evening, relief and happiness unable to stray from his face as he walked into their house, calling out a soft endearment to find out where his mate was.
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