Raylin whimpered when she said she was having brace come get him. "No. Don't take him away." He said with tears in his eyes. His eyes staying on Azrial. He looked like a statue. Was he really okay? He looked at Jen for a moment and whimpered. Nodding his head and looked back at Azrial. His hands holding his womb now. It felt like it was on fire. The baby didn't think Azrial was okay or something. He looked up at her as she spoke. "Kay..." He said softly. Whimpering in exhaustion as she helped him up. Wrapping his arms around her and hugged her. She was still in her underwear but right now he didn't care. He was physically drained and worried about Azrial. He let out a heavy breath that told he'd taken his body too far. He lay his head on her. Worry across his features. His body hurting from the heat he was going through.<br/><br/>He followed her to sit down. Leaning on her weakly. "Ricardo could've carried him." He said softly. "You didn't have to bother Brace." He clung to her lightly. Letting out a sigh of relief when he sat and she started rubbing the womb. The heat reacting to the rubbing just like when Azrial did it. He flushed a bit but whimpered. "It hurts..." He said softly. His hand covering hers on his womb. He was starting to calm down. He was trying to cope with something he didn't understand. Listening to her as she spoke. He listened to her as she began explaining. Rubbing his womb between her hand. "Okay." He said softly. "He emitted lots of magic...the song was different." He said softly. Closing his eyes and smiled. "I'll love the baby no matter what gender it is." He was tired and it showed. He felt like he needed a nap but he was worried about Azrial.<br/><br/>He hugged her back and didn't let go. "He was saying negative things. He said he was doomed to be alone in question form. Talking about the black blood and being alpha. I know he isn't mean or dangerous but I could feel his heart breaking." A tear trailed down his cheek. "I think he was thinking about him and Nicki and afraid it would be the same. I don't know." He said softly. He let Jen lead him from the garden. "All I said was...I love him. That things were different. That it wasn't like last time." He said softly. "I didn't mean to hurt him. I just wanted him to know it wasn't like how it was when he and Nikki first met. That I wasn't afraid of him and that I loved him no matter what." Tears trailing down his cheeks as the hormones flipped quickly. He heard her speaking but was so sleepy. "Jen...I don't feel so good. I'm so tired." He said softly. He pointed to a room that was down the hall from the one he and Azrial shared. Down from his own room. "He can stay there. In Rdai's old room. He left it like a dragon's den."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Ricardo wrapped his arms around Caylen. His new mate. It felt nice to say that.  He was happy that Caylen had accepted his locket. It might not show on his face but he was usually not an expressive guy. He had feelings but over the years had learned to harden his shell. He pulled Caylen against his chest while holding onto Caylen's hands. His hands resting on Caylen's stomach. Smiling a bit but looked at what was happening. He had heard of such a thing before. His own mother had become one. He didn't know if he had the potential to become one but if he could he would never leave his mate. He was beginning to love the guy just from having him near. He would take it one day at a time though. He let go of Caylen's hands and looked at them. Not moving from his place. Watching her help Raylin. Worry for his liege on his face. Walking over and sat next to Caylen. Leaving mere centimeters between them. He smiled at Caylen. "You're welcome." He said. Looking at Azrial. "You're getting better old man. You'll be just fine." That was his way of accepting the change and letting him know Raylin would be okay. That they'd look after him in his stead. Just for the few days until he was better than ever.He wrapped an arm around Caylen's waist. Laying his head on the guys hair and nuzzled it. Taking in his mate's scent. He liked it. It smelled sweet. Soft. He liked both.</span>