Oz smiled broadly, placing a cup of tea in the woman’s shaking hands. Having the solid clay to hold onto would steady her, perhaps as much as the chamomile inside. “They are as they always are, I suppose,” he chuckled, crossing his arms where he stood watching the pair curiously. They looked terrified.<br/><br/>“Don’t make those faces!” he chided with a grin, “I promise you are not the first people in the world to have a baby, no matter how enormous it might seem to you now since it’s your first.” Going to the cupboard he pulled out a tin of biscuits and cookies that a pack elder had brought him the day before. “Here,” he said, placing them on the table, “Eat these, and I will step out a minute so you two can chat. When you are ready to start planning for the baby’s arrival, I am right outside.” Winking at the pair, he waltzed out of the room, closing the door firmly behind him. He sensed that the alphas needed some privacy, and Oz wasn’t about to allow himself to get between the fledgling couple.