Joeys' head thudded into hs chest, strangled sobs escaping her maw. Her patted her back softly which unfortunately started to emit loud wails from her. <span style='color:yellow'>oh, dear... hey, hey, hey... shhhh...</span> His heart quickened with the stress bubbling in his belly... little kids he could handle... not when they got to this age... withan actual reason to cry. <span style='color:yellow'>you'll not be alone... it'll be ok...</span> Colt crooned to her, his paw stroking her hair calmy despite his panic mindset.
She sniffled and burried her head in his shoulder. "The school is then going to kick me out and then I will have to find a job and a new home and then have to take care of my baby! HOW AM I GOING TO DO ALL THAT!" emitted another wail in despair. As soon as she would calm down it would all go to pot and she would find something else to vent out which just made her feel worse.
<span style='color:yellow'>you'll not be thrown out.. a few people have children in here... you'll be allowed to stay - you do know the father right...?</span> he asked tentatively, being careful with his words. Colt took a chance of a quiet moment to unfurl his tail from under him. The yellow fluffy going static and puffing out.
He didnt seem to understand the true problem. "I do know the father" she said this with much..caution. Unburing her head from his shoulder. She looked away. She cannot say. She didnt want Kjetta fired as well. The teacher whom she loved.
<span style='color:yellow'>surely hes supporting you? isn't he?</span> His paw still rubbed her back softly as she began to unwind from her place of tears, the poor girl was so scared - and somewhere his masculine side sought to protect her from her worries.
"Yes...." she looked away, sniffling softly. "He does...." she crossed her arms and rubbed them nervously.
"well see.. i'm sure he'll take good care of you pair. And if he doesnt know much about eggs and child care... i could help you - i adore kids" And as if by magic Colt pulled out a neatly fresh tissue from his side pocket on his jeans, holding it out to her like one would hold a packet of cigarettes.
