Sonny had used Sirah coming home as motivation to clean. He hadnāt exactly been āneatā while sheād been gone, and the evidence was damning and kinda gross. Heād shifted out, letting himself stretched and get reacquainted with all of his limbs, and then set out to deep clean the loft. Having four hands really did make it easier, and heād already done the kitchen and the bathroomāwhich had taken the brunt of his boredom. The poor, poor kitchen. Heād tried to cook again. He definitely needed the reminder that he was not supposed to do that, though. Under any circumstances.
He could have sworn the last thing was alive.
After those two rooms, it was the bedroom. He didnāt bother with making the bed, leaving the nest half made instead. It looked better that way, and they wouldnāt have to wrestle with making the sheets and blankets comfortable again to get in bed. He fully intended to grab her and curl up in bed with her. Maybe even for a few days. They had to make up for all that lost time and it was probably weirdly dependent, but he really didnāt like not hearing her heartbeat. The loft sounded off without it echoing off of everything and to him, reassuring him that she was there and okay and his. He wondered sometimes if that was just a Skrillien thing or if it was a āhimā thing. Because he had a feeling that it was definitely a Skrill thing, but at the same time, he wanted it to just be a āhimā thing. He wanted to be the only person who listened for their Mateās heart. He wanted to take that and gather it up and selfishly hide it from everyone else. He wanted to be the only one to hear her heart.
He frowned at himself, ears flattening back. That was a creepy line of thought that he didnāt feel like exploring at the moment, and heād have to dash off to the airport at any minute. He huffed, shifting back down and darting into his closet. It was all black everything, but he still rolled out fully clothed five minutes later. He shook out his hair, rolling his shoulders and his neck to make sure everything was back into place. Being smaller and human sucked sometimes, especially when it came to his ears, but he knew better than to try and push for anything else until they were safely home with the doors locked. He grinned as he grabbed his keys and set off, almost able to feel his tails twitching in excitement.
The ride was short, and as soon as her plane was on the ground his ears twitched up, listening to her heart from there. He wasnāt sure how much she believed he could really hear, but it was enough to pick out that. There were so many new heartbeats, soft and fluttering, old and strong. He ignored them all in favor of hers, almost purring when she finally stepped onto the ground. He waited until she was in the terminal before he realized what was off. There was something differentāsomething sounded off. He couldnāt place it at first, too wrapped up in her, literally, to really try and decipher what that little sound was.
When it hit him, he very nearly blew his cover and trilled.
There were two little heartbeats, small and new, beating along with hers. He pulled her in closer, grinning widely. He wanted to screech and tell her, but this was not the time or the place. The time and place were back at the loft as soon as possible and probably in bed.
In bed with his Mate. Pregnant Mate.
He almost blew his cover again.
āLetās go home, then, and I wonāt let you get sad or lonely for a while.ā He nosed along her cheek, letting out just a little purr before he caught it and reined it in. He had to play it cool until they got home. Then he could geek.
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