He had not heard of a child being born of a Mes’Mo’Tanian and Khluri before either, but also pointed out how proud their countries were to show how unlikely it would be. If they had learned anything during their adventures together, it was that they both came from prideful countries and there were people who looked down on their relationship because of it. Théadan was wise to point out how different it had been on Terlingua it had been though, drawing a wistful smile to Navia’s lips as she remembered how freeing it had been to explore that little island. No one had thought twice about them being together, which had been so freeing for them at the time. Still, it was special that they had managed to have a child together, and Théadan was pointing that out to her, his hand working to smooth both of theirs over her belly affectionately.<br/><br/>A smiled bloomed across her lips as she found his gesture touching while he also gave her the power to decide when they should tell others about their child. It was understandable; as he said, she knew her family and friends and he did not. Nodding, Navia used the hand she’d been brushing against his cheek to cup the back of his neck and draw Théadan down closer to her. “Our little secret,” she parroted warmly, smiling up at him, “Our little<i>channa</i>.” Her lips met his for a warm kiss before she murmured against his lips, “I love you too, by the way.” He had told her, leaving her needing to return such affectionate words. “So, so much,” she finished, pressing another kiss to his lips before turning back to lie on her side so they could settle in for the night and be lulled off to sleep by the smell and sound of rain.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>The nerves she’d been having over seeing her family again after so much happening to her did not dissipate. Navia had not only struggled with falling asleep, but seemed unable to stay asleep for long periods of time. She had been restless, shifting against Théadan uneasily when she normally slept soundly and comfortably. He was traditionally the worse sleeper of the pair of them, but Navia had not been able to settle in successfully. When she did sleep it was more of a doze, yet she dreamt of him. It was not anything special, no hidden meanings or revelatory moments, just them doing mundane things. Things she would not even remember when she woke during the night; she’d just known Théadan had been in her dreams. The restlessness had caused her to shift around in the hay where she trade between lying on her side and her back.<br/><br/>At some point late into the night, Navia had given up trying to keep herself asleep on her own and had turned to what had worked for her since the night she had met Théadan. She had rolled to face him and nuzzled up under the curve of his neck. He was warm there, his scent filling her nose and soothing her as her forehead rested against his throat. She could hear the steady beat of his heart, cuddled in enough that their legs became intertwined, and was finally able to find the comfort she’d sought to sleep the rest of the night. It was in that position that Navia awoke early the next morning, a strange sensation tickling her toes and causing her to whimper her distaste at being disturbed. She considered ignoring it, but the feeling was wet and persistent and uncomfortable. Blinking, she glanced toward the window to find the sky was only beginning to lighten. Irritation spreading that she’d taken so long to fall asleep, only to be woken up early, Navia lifted her head to look down at her toes and an alarmed gasp escaped her while her arms loosely wrapped around her lover tightened. “Théadan!” Navia drew her knees up quickly, tucking them up near his waist and letting her shins rest on the tops of his thighs to keep an invasive tongue away from her toes, “Théadan, the sheep got in here!”