"What a shame she's fucked in her head, " they said.
It does matter. She knows it does, but what is she supposed to do about it? There isn't a way she can change everyone's mind on the matter. Not about this. Not about them. Despite the way he snaps, Maeve keeps her voice even as she responds, taking Edmund from him as he begins to fuss. "What are you saying, Jata? That they're going to attack a child if they think he's yours?" Why does it matter? Truly? Edmund is a baby. He's done nothing and his paternity doesn't mean a damn thing. He's her child. That's the part that matters. All the rest of it is simply details that no one else needs to know.
"What would you have me do? Make a post on the notice board? Provide a timeline for each time we fucked? Locke isn't here to claim him and you're more than welcome to state you have no claim to him if that would make you feel better, but I don't know what you want me to do." Maeve finishes with a heavy sigh, shaking her head as she brings Edmund closer to her chest, rubbing his back and gently shushing him as he begins to whimper, tears threatening to spill. "Do you want to go to Safrin and ask her the paternity? Make her replay the night I became pregnant? Aside from that I don't know what to tell you besides he isn't yours and I'm glad he's not. I loved Locke. I still do even though he's disappeared to gods knows where. Edmund will know who his father is and it isn't you."
The Nightshade doesn't bother keeping her voice down. The shop is empty. Even if it wasn't, let them hear. That's the whole problem isn't it? The fact that people are associating her baby with him?
"What would you have me do? Make a post on the notice board? Provide a timeline for each time we fucked? Locke isn't here to claim him and you're more than welcome to state you have no claim to him if that would make you feel better, but I don't know what you want me to do." Maeve finishes with a heavy sigh, shaking her head as she brings Edmund closer to her chest, rubbing his back and gently shushing him as he begins to whimper, tears threatening to spill. "Do you want to go to Safrin and ask her the paternity? Make her replay the night I became pregnant? Aside from that I don't know what to tell you besides he isn't yours and I'm glad he's not. I loved Locke. I still do even though he's disappeared to gods knows where. Edmund will know who his father is and it isn't you."
The Nightshade doesn't bother keeping her voice down. The shop is empty. Even if it wasn't, let them hear. That's the whole problem isn't it? The fact that people are associating her baby with him?
Maeve
