11.Dec.20, 08:31 PM
“I’ll help you eat them,” he whispered back, a smile tugging at his mouth and holding her close. Cazan was being adorable right then; a bit angry, a bit appreciative, a bit pouty. Even her comment about getting fat was more amusing than concerning. Cazan really wasn’t the sort to care that much about her appearance and T’ryn didn’t think he had ever given her reason to believe he did either. He certainly complimented her regularly and worshipped her body but he’d never called her fat nor would he start. “You’re not fat, Zanny.”
But his protest and list of reasons of why she was perfect in that moment died when she continued talking and made him one very confused bronzerider. T’ryn tightened his hold on her as confusion became fear. How sick was she? What kind of illness lasted so long and made you gain weight? Why hadn’t he heard of such a thing before?You have, Syrendryth sighed as T’ryn still didn’t figure out what was going on before elaborating, Malvayth is about to burst from excitement. She keeps— Syrendryth was cut off by an accurately described gold dragon congratulating him on winning his own game.
T’ryn was still confused and felt like he’d get a headache if he tried to decipher both Cazan and Malvayth at the same time but the dragon continued on pointing out he would make an excellent daddy.
A… what now?
A father. Your girlfriend is pregnant.
Right. Good to know he heard correctly.
“Cazan… are you saying you’re pregnant?” He looked down at her, trying to gauge her reaction to discovering the news herself but if he was being honest, she wasn’t taking it well. She was sick, she thought she was getting fat, and now worried he would leave. T’ryn didn’t have to ask her to know how much of an inconvenience this would be for leatherworking and that there wasn’t time for being pregnant. He could agree with that and that he hadn’t planned on being a dad for a while yet but the idea was already starting to grow on him because it was with Cazan.
“Where do you think I’d go? I don’t think I’d ever be able to leave you. I’m a bit overwhelmed and maybe a bit scared at the moment but I’m also happy that if I’m going to have a kid that I’m having one with you.”
But his protest and list of reasons of why she was perfect in that moment died when she continued talking and made him one very confused bronzerider. T’ryn tightened his hold on her as confusion became fear. How sick was she? What kind of illness lasted so long and made you gain weight? Why hadn’t he heard of such a thing before?
T’ryn was still confused and felt like he’d get a headache if he tried to decipher both Cazan and Malvayth at the same time but the dragon continued on pointing out he would make an excellent daddy.
A… what now?
Right. Good to know he heard correctly.
“Cazan… are you saying you’re pregnant?” He looked down at her, trying to gauge her reaction to discovering the news herself but if he was being honest, she wasn’t taking it well. She was sick, she thought she was getting fat, and now worried he would leave. T’ryn didn’t have to ask her to know how much of an inconvenience this would be for leatherworking and that there wasn’t time for being pregnant. He could agree with that and that he hadn’t planned on being a dad for a while yet but the idea was already starting to grow on him because it was with Cazan.
“Where do you think I’d go? I don’t think I’d ever be able to leave you. I’m a bit overwhelmed and maybe a bit scared at the moment but I’m also happy that if I’m going to have a kid that I’m having one with you.”