"Yeah, it's just for you." He Ming opens the front of the kennel so he can inspect Ilima with his hands again. "Here, lie on your side."

He withholds the toy until Ilima gets into position. It'll make it easier for him to touch his stomach, pressing only lightly. Ilima's even closer to going into labor than he'd predicted. Unfortunately, he'd made plans for his day and he'll be gone for a few hours. Frowning slightly, he rubs his palms over Ilima's pregnant belly.