Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder)

"Ready to take off?" Ryder asked as he sat down. His breathing was slightly rapid.

"Yeah, did you get all the luggage?" I asked. He'd refused to let me help

so I came to sit on the plane.

I noticed his slightly flushed cheeks and rapid breathing. He must have rushed

while moving the luggage, always refusing to let me do any heavy lifting.

"Yes, we can take off," Ryder said, looking back at the pilot and nodding. A flight

attendant closed the door and walked to his seat. My gaze fell on the window,

watching everything rush past until we were soaring through the sky.

"Would you like anything to drink, Luna?" the flight attendant asked after the plane

was flying smoothly above the clouds.

"No, thank you," I gave him a smile, then turned back to look out the window.

"Alpha? Would you like whiskey or water?"

"I'm fine, thank you," Ryder replied. I'd joked about it before, but since we

discovered the pregnancy, Ryder hadn't touched a drop of alcohol. "How are you

feeling?"

really was my only pregnancy

a symptom. We'd been so busy last

to get me to bed by eight every night, but

both touched me and made me

in his eyes, I couldn't bring myself to refuse.

me

started new housing development projects

requesting to join different clubs, and more women

the pack house. This was what they'd done

comfortable with it. So we had to

The kitchen staff were happy to get more help and welcomed

even showed our staff

and Penelope had already moved the

I'd gotten it

questioned it.

me, letting me

my eyes, I listened to the sound of the plane, swaying

and safe, allowing my tense nerves

thorn deeply embedded

we're here," Ryder

eve

half-awake, half-asleep state,

When I tried to open my eyes, it was really bright. After a

to look down and see the ocean below. The plane was just beginning

so I could still

my nerves became tense. Not because of the flight,

what might be in the storage unit. Ryder helped me stand up, and