His Plump Mate
There is a small circle within a larger dark circle.
“What am I looking at?” I say.
“Well, this large darker circle is your womb or uterus, Luna. That is what holds your pup.” She explains patiently to me, “and this,” she says pointing at the smaller circle, “this is your pup.”
I sit there in awe. That little moving spot on the screen is my pup. Our pup. Austin’s pup. I feel myself crying again. I look over at Austin and his eyes are glistening with unshed tears. I feel so much love coming through the mate bond, that it’s almost overbearing. Almost.