Morag frowned as she realized that the ‘someday’ of getting married had already become now in the blink of an eye which meant that the ‘someday’ of having children might not be as far in the distant future as she tended to think of it. And bringing tomorrow into it just wasn’t helping at all!
She raised wide and rapidly blinking eyes as she tried not to hyperventilate. ‘Ummm….ummmm….’ she began.
Somehow, the brave warrior who could face down two Lestranges at the same time in battle and enjoy it had turned into a mass of quivering panic. If she’d been able to focus on something other than the thought of being tied down to sceaming babies and dirty diapers, she might have appreciated the irony of it.
Or maybe not….
Getting married hadn’t changed her life so very much, she thought, trying to be logical. Not like she’d expected, at least. Antonin had as much wanderlust as she did, and needed to be just as involved and active in what was going on as she did, so they meshed perfectly together. But a baby wouldn’t just make a few changes, it would overhaul her entire life….whether she was the one who carried it or not.
Picking up and going on a little trip would be next to impossible with children of some ages, she thought. And going off for days or weeks on an info gathering mission? Not in the realm of possibility. And then there were battles….
Antonin hugged her, apparently sensing her agitation. And it might have worked, except for one thing….
‘Always???!!!’ she exclaimed, her panic taking a high dive into the deep end. ‘What does that mean???’ she demanded. She was trying to cope with the thought of one child. The thought of ‘always’ put a completely different spin on things!
‘But with us fighting in battles, the future for a child would be so uncertain,’ she brought up. ‘One or both of us could be killed. More likely both because we fight together and if one were to be killed, the other just wouldn’t take it well at all….’ she pointed out. ‘I know you have family that could raise a child, but to grow up without parents would still be hard….’ she added, trying to use cold, hard logic to distract him from noticing her nervous fear.
Not that she was afraid, of course. Just concerned. That was why her heart had sped up and her knuckles were white from where she was gripping his arm so tightly.