When Demeter told him she was pregnant, Munkustrap practically went into shock.
He was starting to think that he and Demeter would never have kittens of their own. He would have been okay with that – the tribe had more than enough kittens, and he and Demeter were always happy to babysit.
When she told him, he ran the past few days through his mind. Demeter had been fine. No sickness like the other queens complained about, no extra tiredness or anything of note. He almost stuttered as he asked if she was sure, the words getting caught in his throat, tripping over his tongue.
Demeter had laughed, pressing his hand against her stomach.
“Jenny confirmed it.”
Munkustrap had almost fallen off the junkpile. Demeter grinned, kissing his cheek.
“I’m going to be a father.”
The first time the kitten moved against his paw, Munkustrap fell out of their nest.
They’d been curled up together, Munkustrap rubbing gentle circles over her extended stomac