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?"

That really was

call it a symptom. We'd been so busy

to get me to bed by

and made

in his eyes, I couldn't

made me even

started new housing development projects

requesting to join different clubs, and more women

This was what they'd done at

with it. So we had to create

things. The kitchen staff were happy to get more help and

members even showed our staff

the crib and everything else over.

room. It was known that I'd gotten

questioned it.

here," Ryder moved next to me, letting me rest my head

I listened to the

safe, allowing my tense nerves to relax

thorn deeply embedded in my

we're here," Ryder gently shook me

eve

half-awake, half-asleep state, that feeling

my eyes, it was really bright. After a few

look down and see the ocean below. The plane

still see the world

nerves became tense. Not because of the

of what might be in the storage