And here it is: the final little fluffy bit of the story. I hope you love it!

Munkunstrap waited impatiently outside- pacing, worried. He'd been there for over an hour, listening for any sigh of progress. But so far, all he'd heard were Demeter's cries of pain.

It killed him to imagine her in pain.

"Don't sweat it bro," Tugger said, slapping him on the back. "She'll be fine. Imagine it," he continued, puffing out his mane, "I'm gonna be an uncle. Do you not understand how cool this is? Come on, aren't you feeling it? You gonna be her uncle too."

"I'm going to be her father Tug. And don't you forget it."

"Well technically-"

"You just don't know when to shut up, do you?"

Tugger shook his head. "Nope."

A tired but beaming Bombalurina peeked out from the den. "She's here," she gushed excitedly. "And Bast, she's gorgeous."

Munkunstrap let out a sigh of relief and entered the dimly lit den. There, with Jenny and Jelly on either side of her, lay an exhausted but smiling Demeter, a small, red bundle in her arms.

Munkunstrap kissed his mate-to-be on the cheek, and gazed gently at the meowing kitten she held. "She's beautiful Deme."

Tears flowed freely down Demeter's cheeks as she cuddled her new daughter. "I love you Jemima," she whispered.