Kira and Malia had told Lydia that Scott was going into rut, it left her nervous and almost afriad. She brought them home, biting her lip. Glancing at her husband for a moment. "Can we talk?" She murmurs.
“Yeah, what’s up?” He asks pulling off his shirt. “Is it hot in here to you? It’s burning and I can’t get the air to work and I’m freaking out a little and you’re so pretty.” He rambles to his wife.