“of course i’ll get you one,” he promises. “we’ll go to the park and you can pick
one out.” he doubted that he could get her pregnant since he was a dead man
revived into a demon. but that didn’t mean they couldn’t adopt.
“our child will be the greatest killer this world has seen,” he tells her with a
smile. “we’ll raise it to be like us, to enjoy the thrill of murder. we’ll even let
it pick out it’s own act within the carnival.”
Isabelle smiles at his words, leaning into him more as her arms wrap around his neck. She presses a kiss to his cheek and then his lips. She understands it may be complicated or impossible for them to have their own child. But still taking one in and raising it as theirs isn’t a terrible alternative.
A soft purr as she nuzzles him, “You’re gonna be a great dad.” She murmurs softly, “You make me feel so lucky.’