" There's something I need to tell you..." I whisper as an huge grin is painted across my face. " Y-Yes?" Smokey hesitantly responded having wild guesses of where this is going. " We're going to have kits!" I almost scream. " Wha- wait what?" He manages to splutter out. " You're not happy?" A frown starts to slide into the smiles position. " N-no of course not Im exited." He says still looking down. "But?" I question getting hotter. " Its the middle of winter and..." He shyly looks away. " Cut the sugar." I growl. " Fine, it's just I don't think I'm going to be a good dad." Relieved I smile and give him a nuzzle. " You'll be fine."
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