And Kurt has never doubted it. Not for a moment. Corrigan's boundless love for them, even when they couldn't feel it, was the one thing they kept returning to when everything else felt hopeless. That, at least, they could count on. That Corrigan's love for them would remain, unchanged, no matter what happened.

They kiss him back, shivering all over from the force of their emotions, blanketing them under the starry sky. Part of them wants to stay like this forever. Just them and him, his gentle hands, his soft lips, his adoring words, his body covering their own. But another part of them—one the pack had delighted in fondly teasing them about, the impatient, insatiable, greedy part of them—is eager to move things along. They don't want to be frightened anymore, curled in on themself, haunted by ghosts.

They're the pack's treasured mate, after all. This is their duty, their privilege, their purpose. Just like their Alpha, Kurt feels strange about them being empty again, no longer pregnant, ready and eager but not carrying. Like they know in their bones one pup isn't enough. Every day, they thank whoever might be listening that Miles never got the chance to change that.

"Please," they murmur, taking Corrigan's hand and guiding it between their legs. "I d-don't wanna wait anymore..."