we built this city on broken glass

There was something almost contenting in being home. Frost strolled into that living room to ease himself onto that sofa and beside his mate. The stallion, despite his near apathetic attitude to everything in life, unable to deny the pleasure he took from that quiet house and Nadya's company alone for the afternoon. The children, playing upstairs, was a sound he had become distinctly used too. Frost finding himself distinctly happy in that moment even if those emotions so hardly made themselves clear upon his features. The equine still very much working on attempting to display those feelings more readily even if, to some extent, he would eternally remain that guarded creature he always had been. Nadya, he suspected, had long since come to understand his moods, even when others were near baffled by him entirely. Frost's violet gaze shifted toward his mate then, asking whether or not she planned to come down to the stable today. Watching the children ride, he knew, made her nervous. Even despite the length of time she herself had spent within the saddle. Isabella had become quickly confident in the idea, the girl holding natural talent and the sort of fearlessness that would, in time, see her become quite the event rider if she desired. Micah, on the other hand, seemed to take a genuine pleasure in caring for the pony. He enjoyed that riding, Frost was certain and yet, more often than not the boy seemed to take enjoyment in brushing, feeding, saddling and leading the pony around. He was a quick, quiet worker and yet his quiet nature readily appealed to those horses in turn. Naddy's insistence that, given the chance, Isabella would coerce her brother into doing those chores prompted that faint chuckle from Frost in turn.

"I think she would hardly need to coerce him. He enjoys it and truth be told- the horses like him better. He's a very good handler. Isabella is a little....loud for them sometimes but shes the better rider."

Maybe those in-hand and led show classes would be more where Micah would excel. Then again, as the children grew, there was every chance they would become bolder or calmer in turn. With children so very young it was decidedly hard to tell exactly what they would be in time. Still, they would both be pleased to have Nadya come. The children so eternally seeming to desire to show their Mother what they could do in a way they were never quite so excited to show him and yet Frost so hardly found any disdain in such a thing. They were close to their mother, incredibly so, Nadya so easily their favoured parent and yet his own Mother had surely been his favoured parent in turn. Frost well understanding that concept. The stallions attention shifted toward that gift bag resting upon the table then, his head nodded toward it as he asked after just which parent had gifted Nadya something this time. Christmas, especially, so tending to see Nadya haul in a veritable truckload of those gifts. Frost assured he never desired to see another decorative soap again. Such a thing having been the most popular gift of last season.

Nadya's near nervous insistence however, that the gift was for him, readily prompted that look of curiosity to his features. Why Nadya had gotten him any kind of gift he hardly knew, let alone why the woman appeared almost....nervous in some fashion. Did she have some belief he was about to hate that gift? Nadya reached forward then, grasping that bag only to hand it to him. That almost wary look continued to linger on the mans features as he peered curiously into that gift bag before reaching within to pluck out what to be a...shirt....of some kind....that the man was entirely assured was far too small for him. His fingers moved deftly to further tug at that fabric to reveal what was quite clearly a childrens outfit- complete with directional arrows that he was, perhaps, inclined to admit were rather useful and yet once more he was near assured Micah and Isabella in turn were far too big for such a piece. The confusion upon his features distinctly clear. That outfit was rested gently upon his lap, Frost moving then to reach into the bag for for the second item- a rather.....blurry sort of.....photograph? Frost had, despite having fathered rather a number of children, never once before seen those sonogram pictures. This the first time the man had ever seen any such thing at all. That look of confusion still lingering upon his features as he struggled to decide just what these gifts were supposed to mena and just what Nadya was so anticipated his reaction should be. Perhaps this was some sort of.....Spanish custom.

Whatever words he had so attempted to muster were halted by his mate's insistence she had been to the doctor today. Frost, still, so failing to make any connection between the items in his hands and his mates health. That confusion turning to a clear concern all the same. Their species, after all, was rarely, if ever, given to get sick. His violet gaze, this time, running over her figure in clear search of some kind of injury he had somehow failed to notice earlier. Nadya continued then, Frosts features frowning abruptly now.

"Eight weeks along? Eight weeks along of what? Naja, I do not understand what this is about. Why are you visiting doctors? Why are you-"

His accented words were once more silenced as Nadya lent forward to point at the blurry black and white photograph he still held in one hand. The woman making every attempt to point out.....arms and legs? The recognition, so at last, seeming to dawn within the man. Frost staring toward that picture with a clearly renowned interest now. That confusion turned to a clear and blatant surprise.

"Your pregnant."

The very words were far more akin to a statement then a question. Frost glancing toward his mate, that picture and back again. That look of astonishment still clear on his features. That picture, despite Nadyas efforts, still appearing rather....blurry to him and yet in that moment he found he was hardly truly perturbed by the notion. A near expressionless look suddenly seemed to find him then for several, precarious moments as he seemed to...truly consider that very idea for the first time. The realisation of it all so beginning to seep within. His gaze returning to that picture in his hands a final time. Pregnant. It should hardly have been as surprising as it was, it was hardly as if they took any precautions between those sheets and yet still he knew the...difficulties of conception between two different species. That this had happened at all was truly agianst the odds. Yet- had not most of his very life been lived agianst those odds? Pregnant. With the first of his children he might actually be allowed to raise. They were going to need a bigger house. The first hint of that simper so at last managed to tug at his lips, that so rarely seen, genuine smile following a moment later as Frost lent abruptly over to press his lips to Nadya's own in that warm, affectionate kiss. Those uttered words readily teasing then.

"I was starting to think I wasn't as good as this as I thought. Seems I was wrong."

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