The morning sickness was something Nymeria misinterpreted as her sickness returning shortly after her recovery, although after a day of trying to heal again she noticed the symptoms weren't quite similar to the symptoms she had when she had the flu. There was no chills, no sore throat, ontop of that the nausea wasn't as bad as when she was actually sick. Suspicion sure irked the collie's mind, waiting for the next signs to show to be certain her suspicions were correct. Surely... She wasn't? No. She couldn't, it had to be just a weaker version of her sickness. It had to be.
Over the last day Nymeria begun to feel better, brushing the whole thing off as if it was just the last of her flu. Although, she barely ate anything that day, not that many would notice but she didn't quite show any interest in food. The coming morning, as expected, Ny was beginning to feel sick all over again. She was able to hold back from vomiting, though it did make her feel even more worse and lightheaded but she managed to walk among her home without spilling. Without a doubt, Nymeria knew very well what was going on and as exciting as it was she couldn't come to believe it for the while. She couldn't have taken so easily, she was so thin, her body wasn't ready for children just yet. Sure, she wanted some in the future. But she didn't expect to take the first time in a long time. She sat down on her bed, shivering with excitement but at the same time scared what her partner would think. Would Samuel be overwhelmed? Scared? Damn, this was hard. What if she scared him away? He probably wasn't ready either.. But.. she didn't have a choice to tell him, did she? It was only going to show the next few weeks.
Nymeria's heart thudded against her chest, and almost as if she was holding her breath she let go before she jumped off of the bed in order to go search for him. On trembling paws, she walked amongst camp, and as light as the female was, it felt there was a heavy weight resting on her back. It felt harder and harder to pull her feet up to walk as she wasted little- but in her experience, a good amount of time looking for her fiance. And to what she saw and assumed as his figure, she froze, finding herself unable to carry herself any further. Excitement and anxiety swirled within her, unsure what to expect from him. She gaped her mouth open to try and get his attention, at first there was no sound but at second try came a weak and nervous call, "Samuel..?" she bowed her head almost submissively, like she was a dog getting scolded by its owner. But then came a small swish of her tail, unable to hide the excitement as it was just as strong as her anxiety. "I.. I-I need... I need to talk to you. Please?" her voice was ever so soft and pleading, internally praying to the heavens he would react well.