As a full moon shines down on the bone white sands of a desert somewhere in Argentina an off roader races easily across the dunes leaving ghostly white trails of dust in its wake. The temperature is icy at night even in the summer, though seven people sit silent and unfeeling in the off roader listening to the soft purr of the well tended engine.
With only the moon to light the way, the jeep, a black mass against the smooth white surroundings, drives surely and certainly, never dropping its speed. One of the seven people sitting in the back of the off roader, a man, shifts slightly. Another sitting next to him (obviously a woman from her smaller physique) puts her head against his shoulder. He reaches his hand up to rub her hair.
"It'll be okay," she whispers half-heartedly. She brings her own hand up to his and pulls it down to her lap. She begins to trace the lines she knows so well are there but can't see in the darkness. He pulls his hand out of hers before resting on her still flat stomach.
"I know it will," he sighs a little mournfully. Soon enough, he'll have to leave behind the only life he's ever known and take on the responsibility of fatherhood, something he's not entirely sure he wants just yet. "I just….. I-"
"You're nervous you won't be able to do it?" she guesses, almost always having an insight into his thoughts.
The man smiles to himself. "You got me. Yeah, I am. Only a little though."
She rolls her eyes in the dark, then kisses his cheek delicately but reassuringly. "I'm scared too, but I love you. There's eight of us. Demons don't stand a chance. I'm not about to let them hurt this."
He can hear the determination in her voice and sighs in defeat. "Okay, but I still wanna make that phone call we talked about."
"Fine," she says defensively. He was always a little bit too overcautious when it came to her. "But this time explain everything before you ask them to help."
He laughs a little as a memory creeps up. That had happened almost a year ago. "You know I will," he murmurs, nuzzling her hair, "as soon as we stop, I promise I'll make the call."
She kisses his cheek again, glad that he cares so much. "I know you will. I believe you." she whispers. They leave the conversation at this, not feeling the need to talk.
He stiffens and sits statue still. She worries about what he was really thinking about parenthood.