1. Baby
"All I'm saying is that maybe adoption is a better choice."
It had been at least three hours since Garrus Vakarian and Shepard had initiated a rather heated discussion about babies.
Garrus huffed. "Well, we could always try, Shepard." The turian crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall of the main battery. "I mean, not that we haven't tried quite a bit lately. I'm just saying that maybe we haven't put enough in yet."
Shepard's face took on a deep shade of red. "Watch it, Vakarian. I'd have to deliver the kid. We both know that a certain lack of softness exists with the turians. God only knows what would happen what would happen if I tried to push a scaly, little, plate-ridden baby out. Plus, we're both aware of what happens with those certain... incompatibilities. Especially in the bedroom."
Shepard cringed at the memories of her physical pain in adjusting to Garrus's systems.
Garrus shook his head and gazed at Shepard for a while before sighing. "You make good points, Shepard. Plus, I suppose bringing a child that attractive into the world would be a crime against all higher forms of life. If we look at the genes that kid would have," he stepped forward and tucked a piece of hair behind Shepard's ear. "we would certainly be faced with a kid maybe as beautiful as its mother. It would be unbearable."
Shepard chuckled lightly. "Of course, and look at the father. Scales, killer face scars that the ladies love. Though, I do wonder what a human-turian baby would look like..."
"Well, Commander. There's only one way to find out." The turian tugged her closer.
