As they cozied themselves back into their sleeping spots, the topic of children filled the air. Dalmatia never really had to think on if she wanted children or not — whenever she thought of the future, she'd seen children in it. Little rugrats of her own... It was more the finding another to have them with her, she never thought she'd accomplish. If anything, at most, she thought she'd end up as the designated pupsitter when parents were away — a midwife would be as close as she'd get. But now, with N​ó​ttin in the picture, she didn't have to worry about that. She only had to fret about what he may want.

As he normally does, his answer quells her wandering mind, his answer sending warmth throughout all of her. He is still taller even when they lay side by side, so she has to turn her head a little upward to nuzzle her nose underneath his chin, My Glacier... Of all my worries, you being a good father does not frighten me in slightest. Dal pulled her spotted head away to lay her periwinkle eyes upon his own oceanic depths, You will be an amazing father. She whispers, promising him.