Reyla stirred.

Already well into her eight week of pregnancy, her unborn cub was often quite active first thing in the morning. The female Immortalim had become accustomed to waking up to the latest acrobatics the same time daily. Inwardly, she lamented that there would only be another week's worth of this before the child was born.

Reyla took a large stretch as she fought her way to full wakefulness. She knew the cub's movements were becoming more restricted on a daily basis within the expanding womb. But that didn't stop the little one from pushing against its mother's tightening limits. Each kick, each punch, during this morning routine became more pronounced, and Reyla could feel it: this was going to be a strong and active child after birth. Sudden and uncomfortable as the movements could be at times, the female Immortalim was grateful that her present otter form allowed her to better enjoy it all; not just the activities within, but the affection from her husband as he doted upon the swollen belly at every chance.

At the moment, the male otter Lasmar was preparing breakfast. Reyla took a moment to watch him work, the moving lump of their offspring's footpaw migrating southward across her abdomen.

Reyla felt the yelp escape her lips before she even consciously registered the sudden thrust within. Lasmar snapped his head about, rushing to her side.

"What is it, beloved?"

"I... I'm sorry... I'm fine, it's just someone decided to ram their head against a bladder that hasn't been emptied for the morning..."

Lasmar stroked her belly. "Oof... well, best get that taken care of quick, before she makes it empty for you!"

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