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?"

tired." That really was my

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

me to bed by eight

thoughtfulness both touched me and made me somewhat

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

me

housing

requesting to join different clubs, and more women

pack house. This was what they'd done at

with it. So we had to

staff were happy to get more help and welcomed

showed our staff some new

Penelope had already moved the crib and

room. It was known that I'd gotten it from

questioned it.

letting me rest my head

the sound

safe, allowing my tense

lingered, like a thorn deeply embedded in my

Ryder gently shook me

eve

half-asleep state, that feeling

to open my eyes, it was really bright.

able to look down and see the ocean below. The

still see the

landed, my nerves became tense. Not because of

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