Lara hadn't stayed once the fight was over. The stench was too overwhelming, and she had to leave the tunnels before she wretched in front of others.
She hadn't been feeling right, or well lately. She was tired and cranky, and worst of all - her abdomen had been swelling. The wolf of snow hadn't even considered the fact that she and Ajax laid together every night - and unlike Metas and Myranda, they had no qualms about shooing people out to have their passionate dances.
In fact...she had missed her blood last month, too. Oh shit. Oh no.
Maybe it was just from stress? What would she do now? The moment where Metas would need her the most was coming up, and she didn't want to have to leave him without her support. If Ajax was to know, that would just be another fight between him and Metas, and herself, too.
What should she say? Should she say anything at all? More than ever she wished she could be inside the mountain so her mother could help guide her into the right direction, or at least someone to know she was possibly expecting.
Should she tell Myranda or Jess? Maybe even Cassandra? --No, that would be a bad idea.
Lara started to freak out and made her way down to the river to get a few laps of water in her now dry throat. The cool streams down her tongue and into her stomach were instantly calming.
She was starting to calm herself down, but before she could fully think - Ajax had come towards her with worry in his pretty green eyes. "Baby, are you okay?"
"I'm okay. That stench... it was just too much for me," she replied without having to lie. Her stomach lurched at the thought of the smell again and she let out an involuntary 'hurk'.
"It was pretty foul. I wonder why his blood was like that. Something was certainly wrong with Silas, and maybe it was more than his head...well, his head is his biggest problem now, am I right?" He jested and grinned towards her, but when she didn't laugh at his words, his face fell.
"Okay, seriously, what's going on? You don't look so good, and you smell...off..." he mused out, and instantly followed up with, "-but not in a bad way."
"I just needed to get out of there, that's all. That stench was beyond foul, and I feel sick to my stomach. The sweet air is so refreshing, so I'm feeling better now." She replied and relaxed into him gently now that he was sitting at her side.
"I feel like there is something else. Something you don't want to tell me," he rolled on and rested his head on top of her protectively.
"I'm just not ready to talk about it," she answered softly. She was rather positive now that he was sitting here with her and attuned to her feelings that he had figured everything else out already. Sometimes their connection had serious drawbacks.
"Okay. I understand. Do...I have a say in anything yet?" Ajax tread carefully with his tone and tried to be as gentle as possible when he asked such a stupid question.
"No." Lara replied flatly, but didn't move away from him.
"When can I have a say in this whole thing?" He dared to ask, and instinctively swallowed after he finished his question.
"When we name them and what colors to decorate their room -- and then after they are born. Until then, I don't want to have a conversation about how you feel about this. I just don't." Lara responded firmly.
He seemed to get it and stopped talking, and instead he moved his snout towards her and gave her a soft nudge. When she gave him a peaceful sigh, he knew he hadn't said anything too stupid.
"Do you want to go to the party tonight, or are you feeling too tired?" He asked gently.
"I don't know yet. Right now, I'm nauseated and hot....and I just want to sit here by the river with you. It's cool and the air smells so good." She answered.
"Allow me to sit here and be your personal pouf, my dear Snow," he offered and then moved to where he was down on his belly so that she could lay against his side and snuggle into him - which she did immediately.