As much as Glenn might’ve been entertaining the idea of fatherhood, the ultimate decision rested with Ingrid. She would be doing all of the work involved in bringing a baby into the world, after all, and if that wasn’t something she wanted? Then no deal. Given that he had the far easier job in comparison, he could live with that.Â
Part of him already suspected what Ingrid’s answer was going to be even before she said anything, but that didn’t stop it from feeling like a surprise anyway. Maybe it was because it made this conversation feel more like a discussion of logistics than some far-off hypothetical, or because their initial hangups weren’t completely off the table. Either way, he felt himself smile regardless.
“I’d hope so. I can’t tell who would kill me first if I wasn’t: you, or Felix.” Glenn had always been cautious with regards to his health; the last thing he wanted was to get everyone’s hopes up, only for everything to come suddenly crashing down. He’d already caused them enough grief for one lifetime. Still, Ingrid has a point. It’s been a long time since he’s gotten sick, and he’s already long outlived the initial estimate he’d given himself.
It was almost strange to feel optimistic now, but Glenn happened to be quite skilled at defying the odds.
“Well, I haven’t completely fucked up being an uncle yet, so that’s a start. And you were always the more talented between the two of us, so I think you’d be a fantastic mother. Any kid would be lucky to have you,” he says, his voice both fond and sincere. “But seriously— we don’t have to. Your vote on this outweighs mine.”
Ingrid’s heart quickens in her chest. They’re really talking about this. They’re really doing this. The more this conversation goes on, Ingrid just keeps thinking that they’re going to come away with this trying to start a family.
They’re going to be parents, with any luck.
“I... I say... let’s do it,” she says, her voice hushed but not shy. She looks right at Glenn and breaks into a nervous, slightly giddy grin. “I’m in. I think I can handle pregnancy, right? It can’t be anymore arduous than war.”
Joking aside, Ingrid does think she can handle it. She will miss horseback riding for a little while, but it will only be temporary. And the trade off was getting a child. A bit of both of them that would endure forever.
She adds, “But, uhm... let’s not tell anyone we’re trying. I hear it’s bad luck, and this can just be for us right now. We can... have fun making an effort and just see what happens. That way, if nothing comes of it, then there’s no huge disappointments to deliver to everyone else, yknow?”
It would be more romantic to keep it themselves. Their family, as loving and wonderful as they were, could be nosy and Ingrid didn’t want to field the scrutiny or constant curiosity until there was actually something to be curious about. For now, it could just be them. Seeing where their fate carried them as they tried to have a baby.
Ingrid lets out a nervous giggle before she bumps her forehead against Glenn’s.
“Just imagine how cute our baby would be, though... It would look so much like you.”
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