Oh what a mess we've made || Blackjack

[Casphian]

You'll never takes us alive
We swore that death will do us part

This was never supposed to happen. It was just meant to be a night of a little fun and nothing more. Yet now, now here she was, pacing in her home with the anxiety of seeing the tell tell signs of pregnancy. How was she supposed to deal with this, she wasn't meant to be a mother and especially not with her partner in crime. Hell how is she going to tell him about this, what if he ends up not wanting anything to do with the litter. Clove couldn't bear the thought of having to raise the kids on their own, they were too young and too reckless.

They knew they had to tell the jaguar at some point, knew that he would find out one way or another so they might as well rip the bandaid off and go tell him. With a deep and shaky breath, they made her way out of her home and padded towards Blackjack's, anxiously standing outside the home before finally knocking on the door. They hoped the other would be here, wanting to just hurry up and get this over with.
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You'll never takes us alive!

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