>"Hey," Loona says, poking you a little, "are you awake?"
>"Mmmfph." you exaggerate
>"Is now a bad time?" she asks.
>It's 2:45 in the morning.
>"No, no," you say, wiping the sleep from your eyes, "It's never a bad time. Not for you at least."
>"I didn't mean to wake you up."
>"I wasn't sleeping that deeply. What's on your mind?"
>"Well, I was thinking about... you know, the wedding and stuff."
>"I figured."
>"I don't really know how to approach it..."
>"Just go for it."
>"Are you sure."
>You look at her and smile, brushing the hair off of her eyes, just so you can see them.
>"Of course, Loona."
>"Okay... Kit, do you... want kids?"
>"I was not expecting that."
>"Sorry..."
>"No, it's fine."
>You are quiet for a moment, you know your silence is eating Loona alive, but you don't know the right answer. Do you? You never thought by any stretch of the imagination anything could be like this, and yet it is.
>"Well first, what do -you- want?" you say, poking loona
>She laughs, "Always the gentleman."
>she pauses, "and... us talking about this doesn't make you nervous?"
>"As long as you are here with me, I'll be just fine." you say, brushing the side of her face with your hand
>She leans into your hand, and is quiet for a moment.
>"I think...." she says, pausing.
>"I think I do." she says, a little weary
>"That's okay with me." you say, a little shocked by your own answer, "So, how many do you want?"
>"How many?" she says, dazed, "That's a big question. Maybe a litter or two."
>"Litter?" you say, confused
>"Did you not know?"
>"You're telling me that hellhounds carry more than one at a time?"
>"There is a reason we are overpopulated."
>"So... how many in a litter?"
>"Two or three, generally." she says, blushing, "would... would you still be okay with that?"
>You kiss her on the forehead, and pull her closer
>"Of course." you say, looking into her eyes, "But what changed?" you ask.
