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?"

was my only pregnancy

been so busy last week that I'd been

me to bed by eight every night,

and

I couldn't bring

made me

new housing development projects for

requesting to join different clubs, and more women were

pack house. This was what they'd done

with it. So we had to create

were happy to get more help

even showed our staff some new

and Penelope had already moved the crib and everything

It was known that I'd gotten it

questioned it.

me, letting me rest

the sound of the plane,

allowing my tense

a thorn

here," Ryder gently shook

eve

state, that feeling

it was really bright. After

able to look down and see the ocean below.

so I could still see

nerves became tense. Not because

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