Julia woke from a long and troubled sleep to a tremulous sensation down in her tummy, her very womb. It was the same sensation that had woken her up time and time again these past couple of nights; the feeling of her babies being very, very active.

She blinked awake, taking stock of her surroundings. The curtains were drawn, but thin greying light was trickling its way into the bedroom. She could see without swapping on the lights; it was a touch earlier than she was used to, but she might as well get up. Another squirm in her tummy made her grumble. It wasn’t like her babies were going to let her get much sleep anyways.

The white-furred mouse anthro stretched, the strain of her muscles aching feeling both pleasant and tight. She blinked blearily, stifling a yawn. Her babies had been so squirmy at night lately, it had been hard for her to get any sleep; she’d been woken four times the past evening alone. She settled a hand on her tummy, murmuring a pleasant, wordless prayer as she inadvertently teased one of the sensitive nipples that budded down her tummy. As a mouse anthro, she had a whole line of teats; and while only her topmost ones plumped with milk like a human’s breasts, the rest of them were still sore and tender as her pregnancy neared its end.

She stroked her tummy absently, hoping to calm the little ones within. It didn’t work, though she fancied she felt a playful squirming nudge push out against her movement. The act made her giggle. “Can’t wait to come out, can you?” she said, her lithe tail curling happily in the bed behind her. “That’s fine; mommy can hardly wait herself.”

Despite her tiredness and the omnipresent nudge of the young inside of her, Julia steeled herself to go about the day. She couldn’t let up just because she was far along!

As she hopped out of bed, the white mouse noted that Maki was absent. Her husband—an effete, rather girlish human, even more delicate and petite than she was—was her love and joy. He’d probably rolled out of bed early to pick up some extra duties at work. The better to save up money for the coming birth… Julia blushed with happiness. She was touched—doubly so since the babies weren’t even his.

The two of them had a rather interesting relationship; the quirkiness of it went far beyond the difference in species or the fact that Julia, who was not especially butch, definitely wore the pants between the two of them. It even extended into the bedroom.

Their favorite game was one of cuckoldry.