Harlan
The six months that followed after Violette's return were full of incessant planning and preparation. But as Selene's due date grew nearer, Damien became more desperate. And in a way, so did Maya, because a while back they had an important conversation.
"How is Damien holding up?" Maya asked while they were tangled up in bed, her head resting calmly on his naked chest.
"He's freaking out, Selene is ready to pop," Harlan responded, earning a look from his mate. "I couldn't imagine what he's feeling. The sheer terror of having a kid plus the fear of impending doom."
"Sheer terror?" Maya asked with a smile on her lips. "So that is what you think of children? That they are terrifying?"
Harlan rolled his eyes. "I guess I'd be more scared of fucking up, too much responsibility." And he was glad he didn't have to think about it, Maya being on the pill and all.
Maya lifted her head to look him in the eye. "You do want kids eventually, right?" There was worry in her voice.
