Another healthy pup! And a son at that! Sabre couldn't believe his blessings as his second son wriggled around trying to clean himself off.
"At least this one isn't a clone," Aiyomi teased between licks. "Goddess has been kind. Two healthy pups so far. You're birthing the next litter."
"Anything. Anything for you," Sabre said. "You've given me more than I ever thought possible. Two healthy sons."
"We have two more to go, remember," she said, pushing the pup next to his brother to nurse. She studied him for a moment. "This one has my eyes and belly markings," she said warmly.
"You name him," Sabre said.
"You'd probably call him Second son of Sabre," Aiyo said with a grin.
"The idea had crossed my mind," Sabre admitted. Though calling them all One, Two, Three, and Four was much easier in his head than his mate would accept in real life.
Aiyomi grew quiet for a moment, lost in thought. "Was your father a good father?" She asked hesitantly. "Mine was not. I've blocked most of it out, but if your father was a good one, maybe we can name this pup after him?
"Yes," Sabre began. "My father was an amazing father and Alpha. I think Aziraphale is a strong, fitting name for such a fine pup."
