good night, sweet prince

Little does Remi know that Devrum once walked into Isla's office, whapped out his dick and demanded that she make it work again so he could have children. And he'll continue not knowing that, if she has her way. Of course she accepts, Isla lifting Mateo away to coo over him in all of the practiced motions expected of both a doctor and a former duchess - of course, she's also been a field medic during a war, so that part is nicely tucked away for the time being. No, Mateo receives bouncing and fussing over his curls and all the attention she can shower him with. "Oh, I have no doubt that he will end up just as charming as his fathers," she murmurs, smiling to Remi. "He's perfect," she tells him, following his gaze across to Ianto briefly before she steps forward to give his arm a gentle squeeze. "You don't have to do this by yourself," she says. "Not any more. I missed out on a lot, even when I was technically here. I've got a lot of time to make up for, if you'll let me." ISLA pray for me pray to me