“Give me a name then.”
“Sass,” I decide.
She smirks. “I like it.”
“Can we always talk like this?” I wrinkle my nose.
“Sure. But I will be inside of you.”
I rub my stomach. “So odd.”
“Magical,” she says.
“I suppose.”
“Are you ready to be a lion?”
“That is a question I never thought to hear while talking to a lion.”
“Talking to you.”
“You have to admit, it’s weird,” I say.
“You’ll get used to it.”
“Can I touch you?” She nods. I scoot close and slowly reach out. “Soft,” I whisper.
“We are.”
“I can’t wait to meet my mates’ lions.”
“You will soon. I’m ready to meet them.”
“So we are the same?” I lay my head on her shoulder.
“Yes.”
“Will it hurt?”
“Of course.”
“You could sugarcoat it a bit.”
“Why lie.”
“Am I going to like being a lion?”
“We are going to love it.”
“I’m kind of excited. How long does it take, Sass?”
“However long it needs to.”
I snort. “So helpful.”
“We are stubborn.”
“Speak for yourself.”