"But what if I'm not?" Stella walked after Storm. She laid down in her bed by the door, stressing. What if she did something wrong? What if the puppies didnt like her? What if something happened?

Storm laid down next to her. "Your going to be great." He said as he licked the back of her head. He rested his head on the floor.

Stella laid her head on Storm's back. She sighed. "I know, I'm just worrying," She gazed around the farm from where she could see.

"No need to worry everything's gonna be fine." He closed his eyes and started to drift off to sleep. "Try and get some rest."

Stella closed her eyes as well, falling asleep.

shall we skip to when she has her check up? And how many pups should they have?))

Storm smiled in his sleep as he dreamed about them and having pups.

(Sure. Let's do 7, but only 6 survive)

aww ok))

Soon it was the day, Stella's halfway point. She had a big litter coming, even if the vet hadn't said yet. With a grumble, she blinked open her eyes and realized she was shivering. It had gotten cold that night, and Stella had slept outside. "Storm?" She whined, trying to see if her beloved mate was awake.

Storm had been up with the sun as usual. He heard Stella call him and he started running towards her. "Are you ok? Whats wrong?" He asked oblivious to the cold.