36. “We’ll figure it out.”
"What do we do now?" Miroka demanded as he crossed his arms over his chest. He was standing off against the tree refusing to come any closer to Kouga.
Kouga didn't speak his eyes going down to the fat stomach of the monk. He couldn't hear the heartbeat but he could smell the newly pregnant scent. Moving closer Kouga pulled Miroka into his arms, one hand on his flat stomach.
"We'll figure it out."