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 Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 6:30 pm
He really loved her, it wasn't hard to tell anymore and even his mother seemed to know he was preparing to leave the family den. He felt bad but he couldn't stay away from Jaile much longer, he snuck towards the cooler beach regions sometimes at night just to watch her. He was starting to wake up early long before the sun went down and went to sleep much later after the run had risen just to catch more time with her. The dark had never seemed quite so...dark to him until he realized how much Jaile little spark of life and light meant to him.
He had meant to tell her how he felt, to ask her to be his mate, to offer her a home and the world...except he couldn't manage. He didn't know what kind of world he was going to offer, where they could live, or if he would even make a good mate. He loved to live his life carefree, loose, free of any obligations. Yet he felt different about Jaile she wasn't an obligation she was...his love. He would gladly give up all his tricks and hours of free roaming just to spend time watching the moon shine down on her fur, see her smile, and tumble in the water with her.
He hadn't been able to spend a few days with her and it had worn on his nerves until he finally decided to find her. He had to man up and just tell her, beg her to give him a chance and promise to make her happy forever...or die trying. Well no need to get dramatic he figured...Jaile seemed to feel for him too, she loved him, he was sure of it...he just had to make her feel safe and loved in return.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 6:53 pm
But unfortunately, such was the case. No matter how hard she tried to tell herself that everyone was wrong, deep within her heart she knew their words to be true. It wasn't that Jaile didn't want to be a mother, of course she did! But unfortunately she wasn't prepared to be a mother, not right now.
Her pack had slowly disbanded, her parents deciding to move on and take time away for each other. Her seaside paradise had slowly emptied, and for the past few weeks she had been the only sign of life upon its shore. Oh, she could still visit Faile and Jaxom, and she had which is how she had learned of her state of health. . . but for the most part Jaile was on her own.
Thankfully her nights were filled with Sly. . . She didn't regret spending so much time with him, of course not! She cherished the moments they could share, learning about one another, playing, talking, cuddling. In fact, Jaile had known for awhile that she had fallen head over paws for the ebony wolf . . .
But puppies?
HIS puppies?!
Jaile just didn't know what to do. They weren't even officially mated, and she couldn't possibly impose herself upon him just because she was pregnant. That night at the lagoon had been so special but she'd never thought it would get her in so much trouble so swiftly! Oh . . . the wolfess didn't regret her choice, but she was greatly concerned about what this meant for Sly and she.
How would he respond, how would he react? Would he be glad would he . . . .would he leave her? Would he be upset at her? She feared his response, which was why she had stayed away, trying to digest the news and figure out how to approach him. While she wasn't showing significantly, the wolfesses appetite had increased tenfold and she was starting to gain a bit of a belly.
With the crashing waves of the ocean lapping at her paws, Jaile was oblivious to the shadow male or his destination. She sat hunched over, almost defeated as she stared out at the endless sea, half-numb and scared to death. Of course she would return to Jaxom and Faile if Sly changed after learning the news. But . . . she also didn't want her friend to stay with her out of a sense of obligation either.
Oh bother. . . .
And how did she even bring the subject up? There was no tender way to say puppies were on the way. This wasn't at all like she'd imagined. . . puppies were supposed to be good news, weren't they? Then why was she so afraid? Why was joy and happiness the last feeling she felt?
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