Note: Hell angst. Pls check the tags
“Dray?”
“Mmm what is it love?”
“What do you think about kids?”
Dray sucks a breath in and rolls to his side to look Legossi in the face. “Well it depends on what you mean. Other people’s children? Rotten.”
She giggles and snuggles closer into his chest. “No you silly boy. I meant… maybe-- our own little ones.”
Dray’s heart skips a beat. “You mean like- our own? Aren’t we, I don’t know… too young?”
She traces his cheekbone with her fingers gently. “Not really. I don’t think anyone is ever really ready to be a parent. But I wouldn’t mind… if you don’t.”
He wraps his arms around her and rests his head in the crook of her shoulder. “I think I’d like that too.”