[It's not like they've been a couple of perfect timing themselves anyway...so it's apt for this to have happened so sudden and completely unplanned. There's still a lot to learn about Legosi and what his family life had been like but, a selfish part of Haru feels that in being pregnant, once things are set in motion, she can turn to Gosha and just talk. Turn to him for advice without feeling like she's being nosy. Because it's not like her family has any idea about having a kid that's not a purebred rabbit.
Ah...she'll have to tell them too though. The thought of it making her head spin, mainly about how her dad would take the news but, they liked Legosi. But it's different than just moving in with a guy...
Regardless, that's something for future-Haru to think about. For now, she'll stay focused on the present, in this moment, and hooking her knees around his waist to keep her legs from dangling as he holds her, she cups his face in her hands, resting her forehead, against his. It's firm, solid, warm and comforting, and she can still smell the tinge of grease from his workplace clinging to his fur, even through the tears.]
We better. [There's a teasing edge to her voice, running her thumbs below his eyes to dry whatever remains of his tears. And, in response to his nuzzle, she leans into it, smiling, feeling overwhelmed, and happy.] I love you too. [Said, genuinely, nuzzling him back with her chin, in a very rabbit-like response. And then, following a pause, she pats his cheek.]
What I don't love...is feeling sick.
[But, at least she knows why, and for now it's just a mild, dull feeling, like a wave washing over her following that wave of relief of simply knowing. She pats him again, in a gentle but firm 'put me down' sort of way.]
please know how hard it was for me to not gagtag you that zootopia comic.
Ah...she'll have to tell them too though. The thought of it making her head spin, mainly about how her dad would take the news but, they liked Legosi. But it's different than just moving in with a guy...
Regardless, that's something for future-Haru to think about. For now, she'll stay focused on the present, in this moment, and hooking her knees around his waist to keep her legs from dangling as he holds her, she cups his face in her hands, resting her forehead, against his. It's firm, solid, warm and comforting, and she can still smell the tinge of grease from his workplace clinging to his fur, even through the tears.]
We better. [There's a teasing edge to her voice, running her thumbs below his eyes to dry whatever remains of his tears. And, in response to his nuzzle, she leans into it, smiling, feeling overwhelmed, and happy.] I love you too. [Said, genuinely, nuzzling him back with her chin, in a very rabbit-like response. And then, following a pause, she pats his cheek.]
What I don't love...is feeling sick.
[But, at least she knows why, and for now it's just a mild, dull feeling, like a wave washing over her following that wave of relief of simply knowing. She pats him again, in a gentle but firm 'put me down' sort of way.]