This prompt was from Sevenvoyager
It had been a few months since Genosha, and since Isolde's child was conceived. Only just now, after everything had settled somewhat was she talking to him about the child coming soon. "I'm just saying James, I don't know if I can just go through with killing Francois. I can't run with a baby."
Isolde was whispering, though she knew Victor was listening, somewhere. James' brow was furrowed, only slightly, "I know Iz, but I wanna be there. It's my kid too."
"And we had agreed it was mine no questions!" Isolde stood up, seething.
She didn't want to stay, he wasn't hers and never would be. Why break her heart? She never loved anyone except Francois in the beginning, but if anyone had a special place, it was him. Who else had gotten her through Genosha? Maybe Victor, but Vic always hid his feelings, like she did. She stroked James' head, studying the way it fell. She wanted to memorize things, so she'd never forget. The pleading in his eyes were too much, so she looked away with a sigh. "Fine, I'll stay. For now."