wonderland

say it's here where our pieces fall in place

As Ronin settled into the pillows, the alchemist immediately followed. Not overly needy (at least he didn't think so) the urge to keep the hunter quite close given the context of their conversation was all Remi's fingers were interested in. Placing a hand on his partners hip and laying his face down on the pillow next to Ronin's, Remi merely shrugged.

"It is like you said, we already have a baby." Nibbling the inside of his lip, having never given it any proper thought, for a moment Remi merely let himself still in the familiar blue depths of Ronin's gaze. "All the family I have, I am not related to by blood. I suppose until Phoebe mentioned having a child that was us—my eyes, your hair—" he mumbled, repeating what the midwife had said, "I had never thought about it. But, if I ever did want another child, it certainly would not be because I did not think Aoife was mine. " This he said with as much conviction as he could in the face of orgasms and threesomes, but his gaze was no less sincere for it.

And perhaps just as importantly..."She said there was..something we could drink. To make it easier I suppose." (Harder he might have said, under different circumstances). "But I honestly cannot see a situation where I could do it."