A frown creased Ikenga's brow at the thought. He yearned for his child to be born as a baby, small and vulnerable, so he could experience the joys and trials of true fatherhood. He knew it was perhaps a selfish thought, especially when he considered Ikem, his first son, and Maul, his stepson. They had grown too fast, burdened with immense goals and destinies from the moment of their birth, denying him the chance to be a "normal" father.
Ikenga traced patterns on Keles's stomach, a new hope stirring within him for this child to be different, to allow him the fatherhood he yearned for. Keles, noticing the crease in his forehead, softly asked, "What are you thinking, my dear?"
He raised his head, planting a light kiss on her lips. "I was thinking on whether our child would be born like us, fully grown, or as a baby."
"From your creasing brow, I'm guessing you don't want him to come out grown," Keles said with a knowing smile.
