Who: Sasha and Isaiah
Where: The Court, outside
When: After sundown
What: The pregnant lady is tired
It had been one of the longer days. Her feet felt like they were the size of pups and she wanted to curl up in bed for ages and never come out. The were needed rest but she wasn't going to get it while she was still working. And she couldn't afford to not work. It was frustrating but she was going to make sure she could provide for her child. That was her most important goal. Anything else could come later.
She waddled off the bus, purse over one shoulder and arms around a paper bag full of groceries. Food wasn't something she neglected, especially given how close she was to delivering. Sasha knew that it was important to keep up her strength. Childbirth wasn't easy and she wasn't sure when or where it was going to happen. Her hair hung limply against her head and she knew the first thing she was going to do was shower. She felt disgusting and even less attractive than usual. The roar of a motorcycle filled her ears and she stopped and turned, reminded how some of the pack used to ride them. But the man who got off of the vehicle was not a member of the pack and she breathed a sigh of relief. She was still safe.