Always Luna

auntie

noun ~ the sister of one's father or mother, or an uncles wife

I barely remember making it to bed after the long night of helping Molly though her labour. I slept soundly, most likely more peacefully than wolf in question. So when I was woken by a gentle shake on my shoulder, safe to say I wasn't happy.

"Nova..."

"Go away." I groaned.

I rolled over, pulling the duvet tight around my neck.

"Nova, wake up. I need to speak with you." Phoenix mumbled.

I grunted as he tugged on the duvet, peeking an eye open to glare at him. He was stood at the foot of the bed, staring at me with soft puppy eyes and a pout. I sighed, rolling onto my back to stare at him.

Grimacing, I crossed my arms. "What?"

"It is eleven in the morning, I managed to push back the trial until tomorrow morning instead of this afternoon."

I rose an eyebrow. "And?"

His lips pulled into a smirk, and before I could react, his hands wrapped around the duvet and tugged it from my body. I shrieked, lashing out to try and grab ahold of my remaining warmth.

"That means, we have to leave this afternoon to make it in time, or leave in the middle of the night. You had a long night last night, so I can either leave you here, or you can go and meet your niece before we go." He grinned, holding the entire duvet in his arms.

I threw my hands up in exasperation. "Well, I'm awake now aren't I?"

"Good." He teased, chucking the duvet onto the floor. "Good morning, my love."

I scowled, heaving my ass out of bed. "Yeah, whatever."

His chuckle followed me into the bathroom as I began to undress. "So, plans?"

"Well obviously we are leaving this afternoon." I rolled my eyes. "I am not missing out on more sleep."

If he noticed the growl I sent his way, he didn't react. He stepped into the bathroom, kissing the side of my neck above my mark.

"See you in a bit. Remember, nothing too strong scent wise."

I forced back the smile that threatened to leak my emotions. "Yeah, yeah. See you for breakfast."

"I will make you something delicious."

Raising an eyebrow, I crossed my arms and faced him. His lips were broad as he scanned my body, settling on the bulging of my breasts. I scoffed and he drew his eyes upward, cocking his head.

"Yes, my love?"

"Why aren't you working?"

"When a pup is born, the entire pack gets a day off to celebrate."

"They do?" I wondered. "I didn't know that."

"Yep. Even the cooks and cleaners get a day off." He nodded.

A noise of appreciation left my lips. "What if a baby was born every day?"

"That would be impossible." He stated.

"Well, maybe, but if they did, would be a great holiday." I giggled. "Does that mean they get two days off when ours are born?"

He cocked his head, studying my bump. "Perhaps. We will see what happens. Now wash, so we can get you fed and ready to leave."

"Okay, what time are we leaving?"

"Three, we will get there some time in the evening."

"Ooh, 'some time', hey? Look at you getting all casual."