The image of the test kit was plastered in her head.
The result was...
Positive.
Oh. Hardly surprising.
Her tail curled upwards as she raised her knees to her chest as she sat herself atop her bed, and her chin parked atop her fair arms.
"How am I going to tell him...?"
She let a hand rest upon her still smooth belly, with a thought to the future they might hold. Kittens? Elezens?
... She had been a child of both her race's clans - and the very fact that she was carrying a child with a complete other race was... new.
No, most couples were interracial, it was just that... most of them decided to remain celibate, she imagined.
"Aaargh," a snarl followed her line of thought, and a deep hum tailed as she thought about her partner - a man whose smile never quite faltered, and in that fragile happiness was his strength.
X'ranmaia was more upfront about her feelings - she was more straightforward and she would rather be honest if she were angry, but Al was a special case. He smiled, even when she could tell a shade of anger tainted his heart. It was so easy, so effortless - like the way he dances and jumps with a lance in his hands.
She herself still struggled with the mastery of the lance.
She laid herself on the bed and looked to her side to find gifts from Shamani Lohmani.
A wonderful idea sparked within her mental cavity.
"I'm home."
"- Al-"
"Dear? What's wrong? Where are you?"
A door slammed open and a catgirl of a small stature limped out of the room, seemingly intoxicated. In her hand a glass of still unfinished dark liquid, as she weakly moved herself towards the Elezen in the hallway.
"Maia-!"
He moved forward to catch her in his arms and her arms slipped past his shoulders almost effortlessly, that he picked her up by the back of her knees to carry her back into the room they both shared.
"Maia, dear what-"
To the side he could see empty bottles of gifts from Shamani Lohmani. Fine wine and all -
- lost in the body of the catgirl in his arms!
He laid her down carefully and pulled the glass from her hand, when she resisted.
"NO!"
"We need to get you water."
"NOOO!"
"Maia," an emphasis was placed upon the enunciation of her name, "Are you alright? What's causing you to drink this much tonight?"
Her grasp on the glass weakened and she looked at him with her clear blue eyes, her pupils ever so beastly and exquisite at the same time - such were the eyes of the Sunseekers.
She bit her lip, and her eyes grew puffy as she covered her face in embarrassment with her forearm, her cheeks reddening beneath her attempt to obscure her features from Al'ashar.
Ah.
"Maia, please, tell me what's wrong."
"I'm pregnant... I'm pregnant with kittens, Al! I have babies in me! The test kit proved it positive!"
For a moment he was speechless. For a moment he looked at her, before he pulled her forearm away from her face and laid a kiss upon her forehead. The forever bright smile occupied his features as he pulled away to kiss her lips, and wipe away her tears.
A questioning sound fell from her lips.
A shadow of a smirk curled his lip upwards as he pulled her into his arms, and stood to spin her around, laughter was all that he seemed to let fall from his lips. A hearty one. A happy one. The laughter of a father.
"Time to tell Mother about this! She's going to be very happy!"
