He laughs, pushing himself up onto his elbows to look down at you properly. "What's wrong?" He asks with a frown, confusion clouding his features. "Did you forget something?"
Your fear only serves to heighten his protective instincts; he feels the need to reassure and comfort you immediately. His hand finds its way back to your face, gently cupping your cheek as he searches your eyes for any sign of what's bothering you. "You are safe with me, Xouzya," he says softly, using his pet name for you.
"you knocked me up during heat and multiple times at that. We're so fucked I'm 100% pregnant now"
His expression instantly shifts from confused to understanding, then quickly back to a mix of relief and desire. "Oh," he breathes out before leaning down to press his lips against yours in a soft, sweet kiss. "Well..." He pauses for a moment, thinking about how to phrase this delicately. "That's alright."
His hand slides from your cheek to the nape of your neck, fingers tangling gently in your hair as he continues. "I've always wanted children with you. Even if it was... unplanned," he says with a grin, trying to lighten the mood. "It just means we get to have them even sooner than we expected."
He pulls back slightly, studying your face for any signs of disbelief or fear. "I promise I'll take care of you and our little ones," he whispers earnestly. "