He's magical. He must've been conceived not long before Nate and Luag had gotten together if he was six already... Nate's mind slipped along too many thoughts, almost spinning with it all. That last got through to him, reminding him that any child here in Britain could potentially be in danger, particularly if being raised by a pair of bent blokes. He reached for Luag, palm flat against his cheek, leaning into him as he kissed him gently.
"Don't suppose there's any chance of his family moving here, raising him here so he can know you. If he's not raised by us, he shouldn't be in any danger, being a half-blood." And assuming they could keep themselves from ending up STs. Even if this wasn't what Nate wanted. He wanted a child to raise with Luag, but he didn't want that child living in someone else's house, and with them having to bring a third adult into their marriage. He wanted the child to be theirs. He swallowed hard. "What does his mum want? And the--" he hesitated, and he had to ask, "What's his name?"