So, together. Both moms in the same room. And Fiadh here, too. He gives her a cautious glance for support, then gives his moms the most agonized stare. It's good news, really-- even if he's not ready, it's still good news. And yet, he's of the mind that they might get angry at him, because everything he does is something he's afraid people will scream at him about.
"Ah, sorry about. Delaying this," he says first to Valeska. "I really didn't want to tell you without Мать here." And he hopes she didn't spend all day worrying about him. "So uh. I guess this is good news. Very good news. Um." He sucks in his breath. His stomach churns. Are they going to hate him for this?
"Fiadh's pregnant, and uh. We're pretty sure they're mine." His ears flick back. "Like. Short of a divine intervention sure." He's still not sure how sex really does make babies, honestly, so there's still a chance that the Five had a hand in this. "And even if the Five sent them, I'm... going to be raising them anyway. We uh. We won't be leaving in the spring after all."
Rejoice despite the fact this world will kill you
Rejoice despite the fact this world will tear you to shreds
Rejoice because you’re trying your best
