"Looks like eight to me," Stella would yawn. "Hopefully this isnt too hard.." She would doubt herself for a minute. "Maybe I wont be a good mother.."

"You will do just fine." Storm told her turning to face her and walk over. "Stella my love. You will be the best mother these pups can have."

Stella smiled, gently booping Storm on the nose. "I know.. I just have my doubts,'

"Aww its ok. Ill be right here by your side the whole time." Storm told her. The vet and one had finished talking and Stella was now being taken down off the table.

Stella jumped around a bit, almost running into the wall because she had no traction. She yelped, flopping over. "Ow." The female huffed. Stella then got back up, walking to Storm. She nuzzled in under his chin.

Storm quickly got a worried look on his face. He quickly calmed down allowing the worry to melt into a soft smile.

Stella smiled. "I mean, it cant be /that/ hard, can it?"

(Want to time skip?)

Yeah. I'll let you do that.))

Storm smiled. I don't think so.

They then left the vet heading home. Storm was so excited for the pups. He couldn't wait. They had started preparing for the pups and would be ready when they arrived.

Stella whined. She was laying down in the whelping box, struggling to get comfortable. It was before she knew it; contractions were coming, and soon puppies. About two hours later six were alive, suckling. A while later two more came, and then that was is. Stella was panting, and was starting to recover from her few hour later.

Storm stood outside pacing back and forth. He had been locked outside to prevent him from stressing stella out. When the door finally open, he ran inside to Stella's side. He sniffed at her and the pups gently before licking Stella on the head.