"Are you sure I'll be a good mother?" --conrxde
For a couple on the run, John wasn’t entirely sure of a lot of things. The baby was very, very unexpected. He didn’t have an inheritance to begin with and lost much of his money that he did have.
He looked at Conrade.
“You will be.” He’s honest. “We’ll just raise our child with the belief that even plain dealing villains can love each other.”
Conrade was… well, she was scared. News of the child had shaken her considerably, especially with the situation she and John had recently found themselves in. On the run, there wasn’t a lot of certainty, and while the idea of a child didn’t exactly thrill her, there was really only one thing that Conrade was scared of. A good mother… Conrade would love to say she’d be a good mother with any amount of certainty.
“Are you sure?” she asked again, breathy, a sigh just sort of lingering, unvoiced, in her throat.
“You’re loyal.” He mused. “That quality is important in parenting, I think. You’re caring. Toward me at least. You cared when we were chased away.” Cared after the tarring and feathering. Cared long before. “I’m more worried about my own abilities.”
His words were comforting, to say the least. If there was one thing Conrade needed, it was reassurance. That she was good enough. That she wouldn’t fuck up the child she was supposed to raise. She nodded, but then shook her head when John expressed his own doubts. “I’m not,” she told him, matter-of-factly.
