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 symptom.

so busy last week that

to bed by eight every night, but without

me and made me

eyes, I couldn't

me even

new housing

clubs,

at the pack house. This was what they'd done at

to create

staff were happy to get more help and

showed our staff

had already moved the crib and everything else

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

questioned it.

letting

I listened to the sound

and safe, allowing my tense nerves to

lingered, like a thorn

Ryder gently

eve

state, that feeling of

to open my eyes, it

and see the ocean below.

could still see the world

tense.

storage unit. Ryder helped me