A couple of months ago, you and Katana decided you wanted a baby, so you started preparing, and then a few weeks ago, Katana got pregnant.

He'd started nesting immediately, taking a majority of your clothing and blankets, sleeping naked in his nest and letting his more bird-like instincts take over. You thought it was cute; in general, you thought he was cute. His little egg bump, whatever you should call it, was adorable, and you'd spend all the time you could around it—whether talking to it or just keeping it warm.

Compared to the earlier days of his pregnancy, he was now insisting you stay with him during the night and throughout the day. In general, he'd gotten clingy, a stark difference from his usual self. You found it endearing, the way he'd cling to you like a koala and wrap his wings around you, making a perfect blanket at night.

Right now, you were cooking him some food, the smell of dinner filling the air when you felt his soft arms around your waist, trying to pull you back to the nest in your room. When you stood your ground and had the audacity to stroke the fur on his arms, he huffed, dragging you with more force than before. ".. Come back, please." He pleaded, his voice sounding whiny yet firm.