[kcoop99]

(Sorry for taking so long to reply. I've been really busy, and dealing with some personal stuff!)

I look on, and listen to Naethan's questions, as I start to nibble on some of the food I'd made earlier. It gives me a moment to think on how to answer in ways that he can realistically understand.

"I'm glad you don't mind listening, but it is all rather difficult  to explain. Long story short, my people are capable of taking in, or mimicking genetic material from our mates, and passing it on to our offspring." I pause thinking on his other questions. "As for waste that would normally be in your intestines, the offspring actually absorb any nutrients you body would not otherwise be able to process. Anything they or you don't require will be broken down, and disposed of in your urine."

At the mention of the eggs moving, and hearing the groaning, I look on curiously, but nod my head.

"They're likely still settling. Movement is normal at this stage. It should stop after a while, but it will start up again later on in the pregnancy. "

(You don't have to apologize, I completely understand - real life is higher priority. To contact me faster, hit me up on the discord app. We're already friends, my profile pic now is the black and blue skeleton head instead of the blue dragon, it looks like one, anyway.)

Hearing her words, he curiously presses down on the lower part of his abdomen, wanting to feel more movement, but nothing moves. He stares off into space, wondering what the future may hold for them. He imagines the pitter-patter of little feet, but he frowns a little wondering if his children will even have feet. It's all good, though; my children will be loved, regardless of the fact that they'll be hybrids. He gets startled by the fact that Essa was out of her chair and is kneeling in front of him. Her face looks softly at my belly as she puts her hand on the middle of it, feeling the firmness to it. I smile down at her, and say, "now that breakfast is done, what happens now? Do you want to go out and explore or...?" He trails off, the question in the air.