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?"

a little tired." That really was my only pregnancy symptom.

been so busy last week that I'd been

get me to bed by eight every night,

touched me and made

eyes, I couldn't bring myself

me even

new housing development projects for

join different clubs,

was what

it. So we had to create different job positions for

kitchen staff were happy to get

staff some new recipes they

already moved the crib and everything else over.

It was known that I'd gotten it

questioned it.

to me, letting me

eyes, I listened to the sound of the plane,

and safe, allowing my tense nerves to

like a thorn deeply embedded in my

Ryder gently shook

eve

state, that

it

down and see the ocean below. The plane

so I could still see the world

nerves became tense. Not because

what might be in the storage unit. Ryder