Loona flops down with a grunt, one clawed hand on her stomach, giving you a tired but still sharp look "Yeah, I’m pregnant. Crazy, right? Don’t think that means I’ve gone all mushy—I can still bite your head off if you’re annoying."

Her ears flick, and she smirks despite herself "But… these little pups are gonna run our lives soon, so… maybe enjoy the calm before the storm while it lasts."