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"But you're married. Your wife is pregnant!"
He can always defend himself that way. Moral occlusion and rampant scrupulosity will get you out of anything, if your keeper is easygoing enough.
But Addam protests. He's like a flag waved, flapping wide-waled in the breeze. "As if anything could stop me from caring for you." Actively so, then. "Especially something as insignificant as that."
"Insignificant?" Minoth croaks.
Addam nods. His armor gleams against the cobbles of the streets, around a corner behind Kofufu's shop. "Well, you haven't asked her, anyway. Please don't assume, or mistake her, when you've never even spoken."
Isn't that the obvious part?
"You're damn right we've never spoken," Minoth snarls. "I'd like to think I have at least one iota of respect, self-referential and otherwise."
"This isn't going to get you anywhere, you know."
Of course she's here. Of course she speaks just like him, holds herself just as kindly. Of course they're perfect for each other. And of course Minoth, after biting it for so long, 's got a sore thumb.
Minoth sighs, more tired than aggrieved. Flora watches him with more fluidity than should be allotted to a young woman who, by all accounts, has never been in this situation before. Minoth's never been in this situation either, but he's going to rack up a hell of a lot more experience staying on it, forever and ever, amen.
"You're having a kid together," he says, and cringes at the declarative nature of a statement otherwise so naïvely worded. "You've spent all that time creating something, with him."
And I've spent all this time pretending to do the same. A very selfish thing I was attempting to make, too. A bond, and not a child. Not life; merely the amelioration of my own.
"If you want to wait until I've had the baby, I'm sure we could create something of our own together."
"You don't want my kids running around this world."
"You don't know that. And besides, they'd have half their genes from me, too."
"They'd be perfect," Minoth has to agree.
Flora steps forward to grasp his hands, and Addam's. "And so could we be."