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She unlocks the door to her room and slips inside, pushing the door gently shut with her foot.

Ruin is asleep in her (their) bed. She sits down on the edge next to him and watches him sleep, hands (shaking) resting on her lap.

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He laughs, shaking his head. "When we set ourselves to a task, we don't do it half assed, do we?"

She smiles faintly.

"No, I guess not."

He leans back in the pillows.

"Two girls. How old was the second one? Was she there, too?"

"Six months old," she says, curling up next to him.

"No...you'd left her with Moon and Fate."

"With Moon?" He slips his arm around her. "Was I suffering from head trauma?"

She laughs against his shoulder.

"Possibly. But if Fate was there too, I think we can trust her not to just set her down somewhere and forget."

"Four hundred years."

He closes his eyes.

"Four hundred years, and two kids."

"Mhm."

She tips her head back a little to better see his face.

"You okay?"

He keeps his eyes closed.

"Are you?"

"I think so, yeah," she says.

"I mean, I've managed not to have a panic attack thus far, so...I think that counts as okay."

He nods.

His eyes open.

"Good."

"So...are you okay?"

They never said she wasn't persistant.

...you don't have to be.

He glances at her.

I had two children, neither of which I wanted. I can only hope I want these two future ones.

Sorrow had never faulted him for his lack of warmth and fatherly love, but he always thought she was the Three of Swords because of the deep sorrow she carried with her because of him.

I think you do. Will.

She'd spent the last few years deeply terrified of getting pregnant, but somehow the thought is less scary when you know how the kid turns out.

She's not ready yet by any means, but definitely less afraid.

It's a start.

"We can only hope."

He frowns.

"But two is it. No football team for us."

She laughs.

"With you a hundred percent on that one."

"Good."

He's still uneasy about this.

He also thinks there will be a small discussion with Fate, perhaps a walk through the woods to see the end of a particular path.

"So long as everyone is... happy."

She runs a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, lover. They really are."

She knows it may not be quite what he meant; still, it's the answer she has to give.

He's quiet for a long, long time.

"What were their names?"

She rests her head back on his shoulder, then drapes an arm over his waist.

"The oldest is Aife, and the little one is Caena."

His lips twitch into a faint smile.

"Gaelic."

She smiles.

"Mhm."

He pulls her with him so they are laying in the bed, and pulls up the covers.

"Ready for bed, Legs?"

"Yeah, one sec."

She shimmies out of her jeans and flings them over on the chair in the corner; they're soon followed by shirt and bra. Thus divested, she curls back against him.

Ruin chuckles and lightly runs his hand along her side. "Have I ever told you that you have lovely skin?" he murmurs.