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"If you keep doing that, I'll wind up pregnant," Riza sighed as Roy kissed and nuzzled her neck.
"I fail to see the problem," he murmured.
She grinned, and rolled him off her, and to her side. "Are you sure you're ready to share my attentions?"
"Are you implying I'm not mature enough to be a father?"
"Not at all," she leaned in to plant a soft kiss on his lips. "It'll just be a big change."
"Riza, if you have reservations-"
"I don't." She sat up quickly and glanced out the window. Rain poured down, and she suspected the walk into town for work would be a muddy one. Perhaps today she'd take the car.
His hand was warm on her bare shoulder. "Tell me the truth. Open and honest, remember? No secrets."
She turned to him, and touched his cheek sadly. "I just worry sometimes."
"About what?" His face was so earnest it made her eyes sting, and throat tighten.
"I just…" Why was it so hard to share what had been plaguing her heart? This was Roy, and more than anyone else on the planet she knew he'd understand. In fact, Riza knew he was the only person who could. A traitorous tear escaped, and she whispered, "What if I'm like him?"
"No." His voice was firm, as was his grip when he took her hands in his. "Riza, no." She tried to pull her hands free, but Roy refused to let go. "You aren't like your father. You could never be."
"But-"
"Listen to me. You are kind, and caring, and the most unselfish person I've ever met in my life." She tried to turn her head, and look away, but Roy held her gaze with his hands on her cheeks. "You are not your father. I love you, and won't let you wander down that path." His eyes continued to search hers. "Don't go where I can't follow, Riza."
How did he always know exactly what to say? Riza flung herself at him, and cried quietly into his shoulder. He didn't say anything else. He didn't need to.