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?"

little tired." That really was my only pregnancy

call it a symptom. We'd been so busy last week that I'd

to get me to bed by

me and made

I couldn't bring

me even more

housing development

clubs, and more women were

house. This was what they'd done at Darkthorn Pack, and

comfortable with it. So we had to create different job positions for people

happy

staff some new recipes they wanted

already moved the crib and everything else

known that I'd gotten it from my

questioned it.

letting

eyes, I listened to the sound

and safe, allowing my tense nerves to

lingered, like a thorn deeply embedded in

Ryder gently

eve

half-awake, half-asleep state,

my eyes, it

able to look down and see the ocean below. The

so I could still see the

nerves became tense. Not because of the flight,

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