Can be considered a continuation of previous fic.
"Hey, Bixlow?" He sat next from his fiance in their apartment, and watched her sip er tea hands wrapped around a cup of earl grey. Her fingers drummed on the porclein thoughtfully, and she looked up. "I was thinking." That was "In all seriousness, do you want to have kids?"
Bixlow straightened up from where he was slumped on the couch. She sounded thoughtful this time, unlike her little tease in the guild earlier. He was all
"Just…" she trailed off into silence. Thoughtful silence. Brooding silence. Bixlow didn't like that kind of silence. "We're mages. Plenty of us live a long time," she admitted. "I mean, Gramps is old. Makao is no youngster either. But the life expectancy of a working mage-"
Bixlow flicked her in the forhead, cutting her off. Lisanna glowered. "What?" she asked, placing her tea on he coffee table so that she could cross her arms.
"Don't think about that." He frowned, and Lisanna glanced away, hunching her shoulders. She sulked, eyes dark.
"It happens." She looked so serious, it made him want to pinch her cheeks, poke her forehead, anything to make her smile. He liked when his baby girl was happy and laughing, playing with the kids, or in the midst of battle, when she was at her strongest. He always loved her, but loved when she was strong as well, because that was when she was happiest.
"It almost happened to me already," she reminded him Bixlow winced. The incident, years and years ago now, was not something he liked to think about. "I want kids." So what had happened at the guild that day hadn't been a complete joke, he realized. But she wasn't done. "But to leave them alone like that-"
"Stop." He frowned. "Stop that."
"But-"
"We can't control the future, Lis," Bixlow said. "We don't get to decide if we die or when we die. Everyone dies eventually." He poked her cheek, before his face spread into a grin. "We got to keep living, Lis! So if you really want a baby," he leaned forward, brushing her bangs back with his hand and kissing her on the forhead, "then we can have a baby. Or two. Or thirty. Ok?"
They couldn't see the future, but that didn't mean there wasn't one. And Bixlow's would surely be with her. He could feel it, as he watched her shoulders loosen and a smile spread across her face, and she nodded.
"Mhm."
