Group Only feels a lot like settling

Realization was heavy in her thoughts, its gradual weight ominous in the back of her mind. The spiral of events had barely caught up with her, the gravity of each individual insult perhaps greater than the one before it. And Tiberii's simple mind could barely process the even bigger problem at hand: her pregnancy.

She, the Bull. He, the Lion.

And though she feared what may happen — (What kind of mother would she be? Would Shiloh still love her? Would they love her?) — she did not regret it, that much was certain. What she did regret was agreeing to go on this trip to Avon with Shiloh. It made sense, of course, to tell his family of the news. Tiberii had already told all of her family (albeit very awkwardly). But for some reason, telling the Goldencourtes felt far more precarious.

Tiberii hadn't had any parents to tell.

Are ya sure this is a good idea? It was, perhaps, as close to a whine as her voice had ever come, the deep echo resonating as her yellow eyes turned toward Shiloh's face. She'd offer him an awkward smile, ears flattening sideways as if in some way she could convince him out of this. They could find out when tha babies come. Might be easier, ya know? She was also known as Tiberii: The Sound of Logic.

Like ... a cute lil' surprise? A final rally as her voice tipped upwards in intonation. It wasn't too late to change their minds, afterall. They also came bearing the prosperous news of Dalmatia and Nóttin's wedding, and they could simply stick to the business at hand.

Tiberii really wasn't showing much anyway.

It would be easy enough to say she'd had a big breakfast.

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