words are the weapons of the wise ;; pregnant?

TALKING TO MYSELF AT NIGHT,
CAUSE I CAN'T FORGET!

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The Lord let out a sigh of relief at the sign of no fever. Listening to her, he let the words sink in. And he pieced together his assumption, and the shine in his eyes was that of joy, with a hint of nervousness. "Then... then perhaps...!" Even he dared not speak it, though within his mind he knew fully well. A father. Something he'd always dreamed of being. He tried to gently nuzzle her, grinning. "What wonderful news."

NOCTIS IMPERIUM — JACKAL — BIO — ATTACK IN WHITE + UNDERLINE

#psy.