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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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"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.

She stretches.

"Mmm, possibly, but I can't quite remember."

He kisses her softly, pulling her against his body. "Well, you do, Legs. Very nice skin."

She hums softly.

"Flatterer. Not--" she adds between kisses,

"--that I mind."

"Flattery has gotten me everywhere, gorgeous," he teases, nipping her lower lip.

She laughs softly.

"And yet having been everywhere, you don't mind revisiting."

"Never," he breathes before kissing her again.

Hell, according to her, in four hundred years, they're still interested enough in each other to produce two kids.

She loops her arms around his neck.

"Very glad to hear it," she adds against his mouth before resuming the kiss.

Odds of their sex life dying are about as high as either of them dying.

He laces their fingers together, twining his legs with hers. If he were a cat, he would be purring his sleepy contentment. "You don't get enough sleep."

She smirks faintly.

"Probably true. Though strictly speaking, I can go without..."

"I know you can. We've tested that before."

He nuzzles her ear, biting lightly.

"Thank you for the note," he says very softly. "It was... kind."

No one had ever bothered to leave him a note before when they took off.

She tilts her head.

"Wasn't sure how long I'd be gone," she murmurs.

"Didn't want you to worry."