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Fortunately for Krista, Talonfaust was upstairs, sleeping off the last of the roadtrip work had recently commanded he go on and it was Yeande who answered the phone on the edge of its fourth ring, just in time to keep the answering machine from getting it.

"Breslin residence." she said cordially....perhaps a little TOO cordially. If this was another call about a car warranty about to expire, whoever was on the other end was going to be left wondering which way the verbal truck that had hit them had gone...

Thin black brows shot up a bit in surprise. And not of the entirely unpleasant variety. "Well, you're speaking to his mother." she said. "....last I checked at least."

Already Yeande's mind was whirring to life wondering what this might be pertaining to. She'd not heard from Zhane since he'd finished moving out aside from phone calls, in which he'd assured her things were pulling together and would be fine.

She supposed a lot of mothers would be hurt that their son didn't suffer any homesickness after leaving the nest. ....or at least feel compelled to check in that things were still the same back home. However, she was not most mothers, fortunately.

"I was wondering when we were going to get to talk." she admitted, crossing the kitchen with the phone cradled against her ear as she seated herself at the table.

"....ah."

And that's all she would get out of Yeande for a moment as the dark-haired woman recovered from the jolt she'd been given at having it confirmed. It was not the kick in the face it would have been if she had been completely blindsided by it, at least...she HAD suspected.

There was really only so many conclusions Nani's symptoms could lead to, after all, and--

"....well!" she said, exhaling a sigh as she counted back in her head how much time had transpired since Zhane had first been concerned with Nani's ongoing illness. "I guess it would've been nice of him to tell us that..."

"Last I'd talked to him, he'd told me they were 'working out the kinks' as far as wedding plans went." Yeande said, not really sure how she ought to be feeling about the situation. It was a new, and frankly unpleasant feeling, that her son would freeze her out of something as important as the idea he was going to be a father.

He hasn't frozen you out she assured herself. He just probably....forgot. Again.

That seemed more like her Zhane....to have gotten his head so wrapped up in what was going on that he forgot about everyone outside of his immediate bubble. Which was just as infuriating, really, but stung much less.

"I can come in, sure. Whether I can roll my husband out of bed is another matter, but I'll do my best."

"Do you want me to bring anythi--" but the connection had already been cut. Blinking at the phone as if it had come to life and bitten her, she got up to place it back in its cradle.

She wasn't sure what, exactly, a meeting between her, Talon, and Krista might fix, but....

Padding out of the kitchen and up the stairs, she eased open the bedroom door, finding Talon still in a disheveled heap on top of the covers, having only half-undressed for bed before passing out.

"Talon...?" she said gently, met only with the heavy draw of breathing. "....Talon?" she asked again, a bit more firmly. A brief stirring and then he jammed the pillow over his head with a grunt.

".....you're going to be a grandfather." she murmured, her voice barely audible.

"WHAT?" came the muffled reply as he did not so much sit up as leap into the air in a jumble and land in complete dishevelment half-on and half-off the mattress to stare at her. "WHAT did you say?"

"I said get yourself in the shower." Yeande replied simply, acting completely innocent of her previous remark. "We have someplace to be."

"M'fine." Talon muttered from where he'd sunk into one of the chairs, rubbing at his eyes with one hand.

"He's still a little road-lagged." Yeande explained. "But I think we're all right." she assured the other woman, taking a moment to look her over briefly. While she could see a passing resemblance to Nani in Krista, it was a bit...surprising how different they were. Maybe she took moreso after her father...

"So...." she began, not sure where exactly they were going to start with this discussion.

Yeande hesitated as if she wished she had something...ANYTHING...to offer, but at length shook her head.

"All I know is that Zhane keeps saying they're working on it." the woman sighed, rubbing her temples. "And he keeps saying they're making progress, but that's all I ever hear. They haven't sent out invitations that I know of, and I don't think they even have a place in mind to have it..."

Glancing at her husband, she prodded him with the tip of her tail. "Has he told you anything?"

"Why would he tell me anything?" Talon grumped, seeming to have a hard time holding his head up between being tired and the weight of the news.