The room was dark except for a few candles burning beside the bed, he was dressing slowly only to win himself a few more seconds with her , she stood near the table, pouring herself a glass of wine.

"I'm with child"

And suddenly he did not know how to lace up his shirt anymore, she never ceased to surprise him! He was about to ask sarcastically "who is the lucky father," but restrained himself, this was definitely not the time for dark humor - are you going to keep it? The question didn't crossed his lips, he couldn't afford to show his concern either , caring always ended up badly for him… so he just kept his head down holding his breath and waiting for her to say something.
She turned to face him and handed him the glass of wine - this was her reply to the question he didn't dared to ask.
He took the glass and emptied it in one gulp. He was happy, there is no point in denying it, yet he couldn't help taunting her,

" And everyone will know that the Inquisitor is fucking …me, what a terrible reputation you'll get!"

"Everyone already knows that I'm… sleeping with you Samson, they are just trying to pretend it's not happening."

"Now It will be impossible to cover it, or deny it … unless …" He hung his head, realising how foolish of him to think for a second that she could have acknowledged him.
She shook her head and smiled, his mask of "I do not care I'm the baddest guy of all Thedas" was falling apart

"I don't intend to lie about its origins, and if the father wants to recognize his child, so be it… "

"Are you proposing Inquisitor? Should I marry you then?" his smug smile was back, she rolled her eyes

" Shem please! I'm a Dalish we don't marry, we bond."

" you mean you live in sin without Andraste!"

"yes, orgies every week and all" The idea seemed to amuse him more than it should…
The room fell silent for a moment, and then he was asking "Why?"

"Why What?"

" you're pregnant, this is no accident!"

"given what you like to do in bed, it might as well have been an accident."
Her smile widened, and despite the darkness of the room, Samson has glimpsed the red up her cheeks, the still fresh memory of her legs resting on his shoulders as he rammed into her, shamelessly emptying himself inside her warmth, made him growl.
She moved closer to him amused and distracted by his reaction, before getting back to serious matters

"I Wanted to… Dagna is doing her research, but if there is no way to … at least I could keep…something…"

"Then take a lock of hair or anything else !" he shouted. "A child is not a keepsake, woman! This one will have a very hard life …"
her face went stoic

" You know, things are going pretty well for my clan now, but back then, when I was little, I have known hunger, cold and feet bloodied by long travels … I think I know what a hard life is, I will ensure that our child does not experience anything like that!" …her voice lowered,her confidence too, was it the right thing to do?

"It will be a good kid … it will be good, it will be like you",she mumbled as if talking to herself

"You Think I want it to be like me?" He said bitterly

"I want it to be like you." She whispered her expression softened by something that Samson had forgotten it existed.

He grabbed her arm and led her back to him, he was still sat on the bed, she stood between his spread legs as he nestled his face against her belly, she felt his tears soaking the fabric of her night gown. And she knew she had done the right thing.