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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.

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Slight nod, fingers sliding through her hair. "It terrifies me that... that I am not suitable to handle a baby. Emotionally, mentally... I know what I'm capable of, what I have a tendency for... I don't know if I'd be a suitable parent for a small child."

She frowned a little at that, and leaned back to look up at him.

"I think you'd be a wonderful father. Look how you are with Noah..."

"You think so?" he smiled, a little sheepish, a little embarrassed. A little shy, and mostly pleased.

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.

She nodded a little, listening, hands soothing down his back. "I don't think you would, love. I think you would love any child of yours too much." A rueful smile. "I know love doesn't always keep you from hurting those around you, but..."

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."

He nodded slightly, listening. Nodded more, as he listened.

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."

She was slightly surprised by that, so focused had she been on soothing away any worries he might have. She hugged him back.

"That might be the first time anyone's ever said that, sugar."

He closed his eyes, sighing, relaxing a little.

"Mm. It's true." Smiled a little, kisses over her hair. "And sometimes I wonder if I tell you so, enough."

She blushed a bit. "I don't know. It's still something too surprising to hear."

"Oh..." Which was surprising to hear as well, though not unreasonable. His fingers played through her hair, braiding it awkwardly, undoing it lightly. "Well.."

He just wasn't sure what to say. "I suppose things are different than they have been..."

She shot him a wry smile. "Well, yes. It's not really something clients say..."

"And you never took but the one lover of your own..." Half a question, half a statement, curling around her protectively.

She nodded slightly, leaning into him. "Yes. And Falonar wasn't exactly given to expressing those sorts of sentiments."

"More fool he," he murmured, kissing the side of her neck. "I've never met a person yet who didn't like to know they were needed, wanted."

She nodded, a little, a lump in her throat trying to cut off sound.

Softly. "Surreal...?"

She shook her head, smiled up at him. "It doesn't matter anymore."

Slight nod, thought he suspected Falonar. Wasn't sure if he should push or not.

Had to suppress the briefly murderous impulses, anyway.

She kissed him, firmly. "It doesn't. Not anymore."

He smiled against her mouth as he kissed her back.

She smiled back, then shifted to look at him. Her fingers wound through his. "What do you think, really, about the baby idea?"

"Back on track?" he chuckled a little, nuzzling at her hair for a moment before answering. "I think.. the idea terrifies me. But I think.... I do think we are becoming more comfortable... as an us, rather than as a... something. A you and me, maybe. And I think ... that it wouldn't be a bad thing. Now, or even if we waited."

Her lips quirked in a slight smile. "I'm nervous about it?" Track was good. Figuring things out.

"Not a bad thing is...somewhat faint praise. Do you want to?"

Seriously: "How dangerous would it be with your work in Terreille?"

She sighed a little. "In the work itself? I can't imagine it would make a difference until the last couple of months when I probably won't be up to socializing."

She glanced at him, unsure of exactly what he knew about pregnancy for Blood females. "Daemon wouldn't allow me to go out alone." Anywhere, probably.

He nodded at the first. Arched an eyebrow at the second. "Wouldn't allow?"

Just a bit territorial, perhaps.

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