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birthrightgreen) wrote2006-04-06 08:23 am
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For Samael
She was pacing. She'd been pacing. Ladies had made them stop talking, and it needed to be talked about. Or not. It could just be ignored, really. They didn't have to talk about it.
It probably was too soon. It had only been a few months of just them. They hadn't even moved in together, though they didn't really spend that much time apart, shifting back and forth between the two.
But this? This was big. This was life changing. This was...someone would have to move, probably. And her family might...Mother Night and may the Darkness be merciful. There'd be flailing. Would they let her leave? Would they trust him to protect her while she was vulnerable? Or would Daemon go all...things hadn't really gone well between he and Sam after all.
Was she even ready to be a mother?
Could she be? All those years of whoring and she'd never gotten pregnant and protection wasn't full proof and most whores did at some point.
Had there been too much damage, from too much...from how young she'd been? She'd heard of such. Witches speared too young who were never able to conceive.
The thought that it might be the case caused a shot of pain she wouldn't have expected. Whores didn't want children. But she wasn't a whore anymore. And the thought of holding a daughter--or son--of her own made her glow with a warmth she hadn't ever felt before. Longing, sharp and making her breath catch with how strong the craving was.
She nibbled on her lip, then grabbed a nutcake from the plate of them she'd coaxed Manny to make while she was here. That was better to nibble on, even if she wasn't hungry. She shifted to the window, watching for him, trying to ignore the clenching in her stomach.
It probably was too soon. It had only been a few months of just them. They hadn't even moved in together, though they didn't really spend that much time apart, shifting back and forth between the two.
But this? This was big. This was life changing. This was...someone would have to move, probably. And her family might...Mother Night and may the Darkness be merciful. There'd be flailing. Would they let her leave? Would they trust him to protect her while she was vulnerable? Or would Daemon go all...things hadn't really gone well between he and Sam after all.
Was she even ready to be a mother?
Could she be? All those years of whoring and she'd never gotten pregnant and protection wasn't full proof and most whores did at some point.
Had there been too much damage, from too much...from how young she'd been? She'd heard of such. Witches speared too young who were never able to conceive.
The thought that it might be the case caused a shot of pain she wouldn't have expected. Whores didn't want children. But she wasn't a whore anymore. And the thought of holding a daughter--or son--of her own made her glow with a warmth she hadn't ever felt before. Longing, sharp and making her breath catch with how strong the craving was.
She nibbled on her lip, then grabbed a nutcake from the plate of them she'd coaxed Manny to make while she was here. That was better to nibble on, even if she wasn't hungry. She shifted to the window, watching for him, trying to ignore the clenching in her stomach.
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But he did finally make it there, and took a deep breath before knocking on her door, trying to stop his hands from wanting to shake.
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"Hi." Terribly otherworldish of her, but the shortened form seemed to be so much easier to muster than 'hello.'
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Unaccountably, he was blushing.
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Stupid. English seemed to have left his mouth for the moment.
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Then she sat, hands clasped in her lap and waited.
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"I suppose... we should go through the ways this is a good idea and... a bad idea..."
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"That does seem the logical thing to do...." She took a deep breath. "Good...we're both adults. We're in a position where a baby wouldn't be a hardship. We can provide a good home for it and..." She nibbled on her lip again. "It's...babies are good things, right. I mean, they're little people and you have to take care of them, and they're utterly dependant..." And now she was paling a little, but that ache was still there. Pesky thing, that.
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"We have a strong support network who would help care for a baby. We're not under dire immediate absolute death threat... and we do have allies, in any case..."
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"It would be...nice. To have something we made. Something that's ours. New. And challenging."
But then, some things were challenging enough.
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He gave up on the maybes and tugged her into his arms.
"But. Are we ready to have, no longer just each other, but a new person to be completely responsible for?"
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"I don't know?" Fingers playing with his shirt, half absently. "Sometimes I think yes. Sometimes...it terrifies me."
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"I think you'd be a wonderful father. Look how you are with Noah..."
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And he sighed, resting his cheek over her forehead. "I worry. It's not something... it's not something I do. Have done. Ever, at all, often... ever, I think. In memory, at least, which, practically speaking..."
"I fear that I'll do something. That I'll lose patience, or lose my mind, or something will happen. And..." he shivered, clung tighter to her. As though she could prevent such things from happening.
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Fingers back to his forehead, tracing through his hair. "A child would be different. A reminder of the good in you when those things cloud in your head. That you were able to do that. And should you slide into the Twisted Kingdom? Your family and I would both be there."
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He wasn't sure he believed entirely, but his rational mind knew she was right. Knew, and believed her, even if he still had fears. Because she was right. Probably. No, she was right. Kick back the fear.
"Thank you," he murmured, hugged her, suddenly almost in tears. "It... I don't know what I would do without you, Surreal. You..." Soft smile into her hair, and a momentary sniffle. "You are so wonderful. And you are so good to, for me."
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"That might be the first time anyone's ever said that, sugar."
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"Mm. It's true." Smiled a little, kisses over her hair. "And sometimes I wonder if I tell you so, enough."
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He just wasn't sure what to say. "I suppose things are different than they have been..."
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