You Got Hurt by a Pumpkin?!

As Rexanna moved up to sit on the edge Bastien braced his arms, holding them out around her incase she slipped - but as she made it successfully he instead picked up the towel again and draped it around her shoulders. "It is hard to imagine you being a horrible mother, Rexanna. But...perhaps, what you can do from now is show her you are better. That you are a woman now any child would be proud to call their parent." "Kianzo...tell me, is there something that draws you to a kia- sound?" He asked, a light smile on his face. It occured to him that if they did have a baby through the miracles of the Voice, he had no ideas on names. He'd never considered children seriously enough to get that far before. Immediately his mind was flooded with names of composers, painters...he wondered what Rexanna would think of an Italian name. But it was not the time to suggest that, not when she looked so sad and small in the moment. "Cara, you told me when it was right to. After all, this does not affect me too much. I am not needed to care for the child or as it sounds, to have a close relationship to her. Just being your fiance...it does not entitle me to your every thought or secret." He stood and reached out a hand to help her up. "If two people get so close they become one, they are just back to being lonely again, no?" Bastien Start by admitting from cradle to tomb Isn't that long a stay Life is a cabaret, old chum It's only a cabaret, old chum