Kurt doesn't blink. Those huge, devastating eyes are fixed on Miles the whole time, watching his face, his hands. Their teeth are on edge, jaw set like they know that, should he reach for them, reach for the girl, they'll clamp down around his wrist and bite until it shatters. Having just given birth, Kurt was convinced they'd feel weak and exhausted. They're anything but. Instincts primed, nerves screaming, they'll stay sharp and protective like this until their body is fully convinced Miles won't hurt her. At this point, whether or not they'll let him touch her at all is a dangerous gamble.

The food is a surprise, but his words are not. They know full well what he intends to do with them. And for all their ferocity, Kurt still firmly knows their place as a wolf mate, knows what's expected of them. Barely breathing, they nod in agreement. "Then I'll eat and rest well. Thank you, Alpha," they say, words infinitely more placid than their gaze, burning holes into Miles. They'll let him knock them up right away, as long as he knows damn well they won't let him harm a hair on their daughter's head.

"Where will we go, Alpha? She's too small to travel very far just yet," they explain, fingers gingerly petting the baby's hair while she eats. All of their priorities are shifted now.