"I don't hear anything but your stomach grumbling, Mama."
Chuckling, I caressed Sander's head when he was still laying his head on my flat stomach. "It's because I am not in my two months pregnancy, little man." I explained to him that a female werewolf could be pregnant within a three-month gestation period. "Just like you when I had you in my stomach before."
"How did I manage to get inside your stomach, Mama?"
I gently pinched his cheek. This adorable son of mine... He was pretty smart and all yet... Ah, yes. He was still a kid. He didn't understand yet what it means to have a pup inside a stomach.
"You were still a baby back then so you were fitted inside me." I silently wished Sander would halt asking questions. He might ask how I conceived him, but I couldn't answer that properly
