I moved out of the thicket as a blur of gold and white. My edges blurred into the background as I galloped towards my mate. She herself had just enjoyed a good run, and I could tell by the way sweat stuck to her dark coat and her nostrils flared with each breath. My own nostrils did a little quivering when I bucked happily and continued my descent upon her. Tossing my head and whinnying as I drew closer, alerting her of my presence. As my pace slows from a dead gallop to a calm walk, I am already upon her strides away. My ears catch the sound of a sigh that escapes her lips and I halt altogether, close enough for a conversation, but far enough to not invade her space. I knew from experience that being touched and felt up while you're sweating and pregnant is the worst feeling ever and I remember myself getting angry whenever anyone had come into my personal space bubble. Was she the same? A look of worry dawn in my features as I nicker softly to her, a warm sound.

If my mate is unhappy, I'd go to the ends of the earth to fix the problem. "Destry? Are you okay, my love? Don't worry... I'm here for you," I told her softly, each word a lullaby of its own. What could possibly be downing her mood? Was it me? Had I done something? I promise, Destry, I won't ever leave your side if that's what you're worried about. I didn't mean to leave you after the veins... I should've stayed with you. Was she angry I hadn't gone with her when we flew out of there? It was different when I was pregnant... There was no one to follow me, and I was fine alone. I thought she'd be like that too, but maybe not? I wasn't sure how to do this whole mated stuff. I never had a happy family, I don't know what to do or how to do things.

I felt like I was frantic, my heart desperate to fix whatever plagued her mind. Who the fuck needs to be beat up? Truly and honestly, I didn't know I was the issue. I didn't know she wanted us to live together. I had thought she would've wanted us to live together, but she hadn't seemed particularly upset when I told her I no longer resided in the Throat. I figured we would have to work on our communication. Instead of me just becoming angry and closed off, I'd start speaking my feelings, yes, that's a good idea. I knew if I told her what I felt, she'd reciprocate with her own feelings. "I'm kind of nervous, Destry. I... I hope I'll be a good mother to our child and a good mate to you..." I spoke softly. OF COURSE I WAS NERVOUS. Last time I did this mothering thing I fucked everything up and lost my mind in the process. This time, I was determined to be the best I could be and I felt like I could do it. Still, the underlying worry was still there for me, and clearly still there for Destry. We can do this, I changed in my mind, somehow knowing we'd get through this-- that we'd be a good family. She's the black to my white, the tall to my short, the mare to my stallion (because we know well that her tummy is the one housing babies now), she's the goddamn sane to my insane, and I love her for all these things and more.

@[Destry] tag or no? (I forgot your preference) I'm fine with whatever :D