Wish

"Chocolate's bad for you," Kat points out smugly to her husband.

"That's a myth," he replies, savoring the rich, chocolate cake on his tongue. "Mm, you do it every time, Kat."

"Thanks," Kat sits next to Doggie at the table as he slides her a piece and a fork automatically. During her pregnancy, she had taken to taking whatever he was eating as her own, and never really dropped the habit. "So, Siria told me her birthday wish."

"I thought she couldn't tell or it wouldn't come true," Doggie frowns.

"Her party's over, therefore, her birthday," Kat tilts her eyebrows. "Anyway, she wished she had a little sister to play tea parties with, or a little brother, to play power rangers with."

Doggie aspirates the small, plastic fork easily down his muzzle and gullet. "Oh, damn, that's going to melt; my breath will smell like plastic... Now, what's this?"

"Siria wants a younger sibling," Kat murmurs, eating the cake casually. She's exhausted from the commotion of her daughter's birthday party. There were no other kids, but still; Siria asked for a small party, with just family. Bridge, Sky, Syd and Z came, as well as Jack and Boom. "I'm too old to be doing this."

"You're not old, Kat," Doggie scolds his wife lightly. He looks at her, fork in her mouth, expression contemplative. Her natural waves hang loosely and flow down below her collar bone. He's glad she agreed to keep it long. "You are as beautiful as the day we met."

"You're one smooth talker, Doggie Cruger," Kat blushes at his sincerity. Sometimes it strikes her that this is odd for them, as best friends. However, it's so natural as mates—husband and wife, that it just makes sense. "What would you think, about having another?"

"Hm, well, we said that if it happened, it happened," Doggie pauses, putting a paw to his chin. They had talked about it, since Siria was a medical marvel in her own right; more would be a risk to Kat, since the mixing of genes is unpredictable and the birthing is dangerous. However, Kat was more than open to having more and he could imagine it. "What do you think?"

"I think it could be nice." Kat offers lightly. "We can manage one more; it'll be easy."

Doggie regards his wife carefully. Katherine Cruger is a master of words and never says anything without proper thought behind it. She didn't say it would be, but it will be. "It will be?"

Kat looks at Doggie, both knowing that he knows what she means. "It will."

Leaning over, Doggie kisses his wife's tender lips and then presses his ear to her flat stomach. "Another little one...is it a boy or a girl?"

"We can't know," Kat smiles a little, "but I think it might be a boy this time."

"I see," Doggie chuckles. "Well, you were right about Siria being a girl. Will our boy be more Felid, like Siria, or more Sirian?"

"I imagine more Sirian, but probably without the muzzle. Maybe more fang than Siria," Kat says distantly, running her fingers through his fur. "What would we name him?"

"Felus?" Considering Siria's name is a combination of their home planets, it would only make sense, to him; "or Alexander?"

Kat smiles at him tenderly, "I love you, you sweet, old, dog. What about Felus Alexander? That has a nice ring to it—Felus Alexander Cruger."

"A wonderful name for our son," Doggie smiles against Kat's warmth.

Kat sits, toying with her husband's fur. A long time ago she wished for this—Doggie, a family, happiness. She has a family; she smiles, considering that her wish has come true.