“There’s a guidebook? Good thing I’ll never be a mum…” He replied, laughing as he joked with his sister. “Won’t he get hot in that?” Dorian asked, looking at the hat. “Are you a god? No, didn’t think so…so how do you know my future?” He questioned, raising a brow. Of course I’ll visit, but I don’t know how often.”
“Well you’ll be a dad one day so you’re still going to have to figure it out. And no, not with it getting colder he’s suppose to stay relatively bundled up.” She explained easily. “Do you even think I want to talk or acknowledge the fact you could die? It’s not about being a god it’s about something we don’t need to talk about. You’re still going to get to hold him then.”








