It was so pleasant, in a dreamy fluffy way, to be anchored down so lovingly and securely so that his brain could detach and wander about, free and curious.

Jim was going to defend his apology and explanation. It might have seemed like he had lied about being bond-proof, and therefore possibly about being pregnancy-proof as well. Entrapment, betrayal...

Then he decided he didn't give a toss and embraced sleep again instead.

It was a deeper sleep this time, free of pain and saturated with vivid dreams. While he slept his hormones kept racing recklessly forward into a long-overdue full heat while his reproductive organ maturation struggled in vain to keep up. If the situation was difficult before it was now going straight to hell.