we built this city on broken glass

The flurry of emotions that danced upon the delicate line of the pack bond only further sought to add to the Icelandic mans confusions. It was unlike Nadya to feel this....conflicted. His mate nothing if not astute and determined in most off her feelings. The very thoughts that echoed and bounced within her mind hardly affording him any further clue as to just what seemed to be creating this unrest within her. If her emotions were unusual- then her thoughts were even more so. Her mind was...cluttered. Worries and concerns seeming to ricochet from one side to the other making it near impossible for him to isolate a single thought and fixate upon it. Nadya, like himself, was far more prone to level-headedness then excitement. This uncharacteristic shift in her demeanor only further unsettling him in turn as he moved to peer into the depths of that gift bag before retrieving that terrible small outfit and blurry black and white photograph. The meaning of both, for a brief moment, lost upon him entirely. He had hardly been allowed to be a part of either the pregnancies or the births of his previous children. Ultrasounds alone utterly unfamiliar to the stallion. Nadya's mention of doctors surgeries alone causing him no small measure of concern. After all, for a Were to be deemed sick enough to require a doctor was....uncommon. The idea Nadya might be sick one he had not been prepared for. Frost almost surprised by the sheer force of....worry that seemed to find him at the idea of it. How long he had been with Nadya now and yet, on occasion, the force of his own emotion still struck him entirely unawares.

That blank look upon his features so hardly seemed to lessen as Nadya insisted she was eight weeks along. Frost near demanding to know just exactly what such a sentence meant at all. That pregnancy talk once more lost upon him, his mind firmly within the grasps of that notion of illness all the same. Frost having all but momentarily forgotten visiting those stables for the afternoon in the wake of.....whatever it was Nadya was trying to tell him. Her own hesitation and clear nervousness further unnerving him in turn. She was rarely hesitant with him, let alone nervous. Frost left glancing between that baby sized onesie and that photograph within his hand that reminded him of little more than an impressionist painting of a...void of some sort. Nadya leaned forward suddenly then to point out what his own eyes might surely have never seen. Those tiny arms and legs and features. That very realisation that he was looking at a baby and his baby no less at last seeming to dawn upon him. Frost falling near suddenly silent as his own words fell away. That single utterance that she was pregnant all that seemed to break free of his lips before his gaze lingered in a further abject silence. Frost oblivious, once more, to how very nervous his immediate lack of response seemed to make his mate. The stallion still.....learning to handle those more potent emotions in turn. How long had he waited to finally be a parent to his own child? Micah and Isabella were surely as much as his own as any child ever would be and yet he had missed that....beginning for them in a way he had not this time. The very significance of this moment not lost upon him. Those very emotions, though hardly visible on his ever stoic features, turned readily within himself before that simper so at last seemed to find his lips. Frost abruptly declaring that other truth- that he had started to become almost concerned by how long it had taken them to manage this at all even if that research had indicated just as much.

His lips easily found Nadya's own in that affectionate congratulations. Nadya quick to return that gesture before that laughter fell from her. The young woman insisting she had doubted that research far more than she had ever doubted his own performance in regards to it. Frost allowed that soft chuckle to find him once more and yet he could hardly deny that....pleasure he took in both his success at fathering that child and too the notion that at least one of his children might yet be born...free. A new generation that had never known that life from before. That, in itself, meant a very great deal.

"Do we know what gender it is?"

The thought, it seemed, had only just occurred to him. Frost eyeing that blurry picture once more. The stallion momentarily contemplating whether or not he was holding it upside down, his violet gaze shifted back to Nadya before the sound of trampling saw him glance upward once more as Micah and Isabella hurried down those stairs. Isabella, it seemed, had been made aware of that announcement before himself, the young girl throwing herself half over that sofa only to announce Nadya's pregnancy once more.

"You know, Naja, if you had told me like that I would have understood sooner."

There was little save for tease in those words all the same. That simper tugging at his lips once more as he moved to rise from the sofa and attempt to drove Isabella out of the door. The girl proceeding to bounce in a way he found far to energetic for any one being. Isabella, of both children, by far the one more alike Tobias in nature. Micah often seeming to display his mothers ability for calm. Nadya's sudden query on whether or not they were ready, for either the barn or that baby, met with a nod off his head.

"We appear ready to me."

That walk over to the park and those stables was hardly far. Frost content to fall into step beside his mate as they strode down that sidewalk, leaving Micah and Isabella to bounce ahead of them several feet. Frost eyeing that road warily all the same. Those further thoughts turning within his mind. Much of this....pregnancy business distinctly unfamiliar to him. Frost, in turn, un-used to being unfamiliar with those things he dealt with. The war horse nothing if not the epitome of control in most things. These unknowns so prompting at those further questions. Yet another query so suddenly seeming to dawn upon him.

"Is it equine or feline?"

That, he suspected, they would not know for some time and yet perhaps there was some...modern way to tell he so hardly knew about. Frost glancing towards Nadya as if anticipating she might somehow know that very answer instinctively. Frost shifted up that path then to pass between those park gates and towards the stables and paddocks. That excitement overcoming both children as they hurried further forward. Isabella rushing towards the barn and her own pony. Micah determined instead to stop and greet every horse and pony they passed as if this was his duty somehow. The little boy having lost any and all fear of the large animals all the same as he so confidently held his hands out toward them. Frost content to merely watch over them from a distance with simple faith neither child or animal would come to harm. He had spent long enough teaching them after all, he was sure.

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