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“Promise me…” Elian hesitated, curling her fingers into Glen’s shirt, “if we do, someday…promise it won’t matter. The bloodline. The royalty. We won’t let it dictate who they are or how they live.”
“I promise,” Glen said without even a second’s pause. “I promise, kitten.”
“Is it weird?” she asked. “To think that you and I could have a little prince or princess?”
Glen wrinkled his nose. “I can’t say I’d realized before right now that that’s what they would be.”
“Only technically.”
“But I think I could want it with you,” she said, whisper quiet. “Planned, like you said. But it doesn’t feel like a never anymore. More like a someday.”
“Someday,” Glen repeated thoughtfully, something about it making Elian shiver.
“But it’s also not something I’ve ever had my heart set on,” Glen added. “There was no point in my life where I dreamed of being a dad.”
“Me either,” Elian sighed out. “My friends always wanted to pretend to be moms and I never did. I hated playing family.”
Glen’s hand stilled. “Maybe,” he finally said after a while. “Planned would definitely be better.”
“Jula brought me more tonics,” she said softly.
“Good.”
“Do you think…do you think there’ll ever be a day where I stop taking them on purpose? Could…that be something you wanted?”
For as long as she could remember, Elian had said that she didn’t want kids. But the moment she and Glen had gotten back together—before that, even, she’d felt that conviction wavering. Until she had to wonder if that thought had been less of a problem with the children, and more with the men.
Viktor was…everything that Dima and Isa’s critics had said he could never be. Happy, healthy, cohesive, creative, intelligent, funny. There was nothing about him that suggested he was lesser. That he was anything other than extraordinary. To know him was to love him.
Elian was so 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 they had.
But even so, a teeny tiny, absolutely miniscule part of her was…curious.
If she had been, what would have happened? Would they have kept it? What would it have been like?
“I didn’t know that,” Elian murmured. “I guess…maybe we balance, then. Level out to a regular human’s fertility.”
“It would make sense,” Glen agreed. “And if there’s a similar window of time to try like with humans, maybe we just missed it.”
“Demons are the opposite,” Glen shrugged. “They struggle. Some never conceive—most who do only have one. Lucian and Lacie are like…miraculous. Two kids relatively close in age is insane luck.”
“I can’t believe we’ve been having unprotected sex for weeks and I didn’t get pregnant,” she said as she picked brownie crumbs out of her blankets. “Do you know how not normal that is? Gods are fertility monsters.”
Elian cried in Glen’s arms for forty-five minutes.
Then took a two hour nap.
Then woke up and ate a brownie, and then declared that she felt a little better. Not one hundred percent, but much better than before.
“I’ll go text Glen,” Harlow volunteered next. “Tell him to come over.”
Elian nodded. “Please.”
“When he gets here, Ada, please go tell your manchild to take those stupid glasses off before I break them.”
Ada snorted. “Will do.”
“I’m gonna take these,” Jula said quietly, swiping the defective tonic bottles into their box. “I’ll drop off more in an hour or so, okay?”
“Thank you,” Elian wailed from the cocoon of Ada’s arms.
“Elian,” Ada sing-songed gently, raising Elian’s own hand to her eyes, the flickering lights above finally shorting out. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”
Not Pregnant.
Elian barely had enough of a voice to sob out loud, the test clattering to the floor.
Harlow’s eyes fell on the test in Elian’s shaking hand, understanding blooming behind her eyes and Jula’s as half the bathroom lights began to flicker. “She used to come over to clean when you were doing really bad,” she whispered.
“She dumped them,” Elian choked. “My tonics, she—”