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Philip raised his eyebrows, his eyes widened slightly as his mouth fell slightly open. “I.. I don’t… I don’t think you quite understand, Melody, the process it takes to make a baby and bringing one into this world is very hard on women, most…” His voice trailed off, unsure if he should finish the sentence but then he nodded and spoke again, “most die, Melody. Sometimes the babies die too.”
Being a missionary, being in close contact and taking care of a woman that you’re madly in love with, were difficult things in themselves. Fighting temptation at every hour and then she claims she wants a baby, he was unsure how mermaids procreated and he was pretty sure Melody didn’t understand the intimacy of humans and how they procreated.
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Philip's reaction causes the mer to pause. Hard on women? Her brows furrow over the delicate slope of her nose. Instinctively, Mel finds herself reaching for his hand. The revelation grieves her. "Wh-- what do you mean most die? Doesn't the stork bring them?" She flinches, realizing just how terribly naive she may be in the way the world works. Was her family too afraid to trust her with the truth?
"How? How does it happen?" Perhaps, that wasn't the best thing to ask the lone human she has ever fallen in love with. She wants to be with him so desperately, she can hardly think of anything else, of anyone else. "Do you not wish for children some day?"












