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The Italian fey chuckled at her sibling's words. Even with as high as her spirit was soaring he managed to take it higher. It was a gift he had and just one of the many reasons she loved him. "Certo. Finché lei non ha che bisogno di me per tritarla fuori di più imballa penso che lei sarà bello." She couldn't help but tease him about the incident in the castle. There was some hidden truth behind those words though. For the next few weeks she wouldn't be able to do anything that required her to shift. There were many things about pregnancy she was unaware of, but it was easy to guess that such actions would not be healthy to the infants growing inside of her. It wasn't much of a sacrifice, in most cases she preferred her four-legged form. Really only intimate situations with her mate was when she liked the optime form more.



If possible her smile grew even wider. "Sì. Le molto buone notizie." Playing this game was almost too much. She wanted to shout the news from the top of her lungs and let the entire pack know. Her tail beat happily and rapidly against the floor of the room. Right before she spoke though her ears folded back lightly against her head and she could feel the skin underneath her dark face flush with color. "Lei sarà zio, Ehno." Dancing eyes locked into the golden amber of her brother. Breath caught in her chest as she waited to see how he would react.

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