Pretty big, huh? So what are we talking, in terms of percentages? Thirty? Something like that?

[ It could be fifty-fifty purely biologically, but that might not be the way to look at all of this emotionally. This was her baby and her moment, and to some extent he was just making it happen. But that same baby was entering into his pack and it was in a very real way his. His and hers, theirs. It's something nostalgic and pleasant, despite the situation - something he can't help but think people operated like in antiquity.

He laughs all the same, shifting his hand to wrap his loosely around her waist. ]

... It's pretty different though, yeah.