Cheyenne only growled something intelligible and burrowed more deeply into the bed clothes, mostly into the spot he'd vacated to compensate for the now-absent warmth. Now the sunlight was out of her eyes, but she wasn't as comfortable, and then Skyler had the audacity to move on to the bathroom instead of coming back to bed. It only served to remind her that she, to, had to take a piss, but her rising from her warm nest of sheets and comforter seemed like a hideous offense so early.
But the boys would be up soon, and they'd need food and to be hauled off to the LCH for schooling, which all three had taken to with such vigor. There were more than a few crayon drawings and exemplary progress reports tacked onto Skyler's fridge. Walter, especially, thrived on education.
It took a few minutes and some loud groans, but Cheyenne managed to haul herself up out of bed to waddle towards the bathroom. There was more than one bathroom in his very, very lavish home (compared to what she'd experienced, anyway), but this one was closest, and she wandered in heedless of any privacy. Considering the state she was in, privacy seemed like a silly thing.
"Go on then, ain't never met a man that took s'long tah piss," she mumbled. Cheyenne wasn't a pajama wearer, and she hadn't started now that she lived almost exclusively indoors. Her hair was it's usual wild blonde corona around her head, though pregnancy had made it more lustrous than usual. The female lycan had an expression of sleepy impatience on her face, one hand curved under her belly while the other slowly rubbed it in the hopes of settling the wriggly pups within. Now that she was up, they were up, and the weight on her bladder had gone from irritating to uncomfortable. Skyler Davis didn't sire little pups, that was for damned sure. The thought nearly tweaked a smile onto her face, but she managed to swallow it, though more and more she wondered why she bothered with that nonsense.