Lydia hid her face against the crook of his neck. Their child was going to be the product of a clinical, calculated decision by its mother presented to a biased father in a light manipulation of his feelings in order to be raised by a goddess somewhere on a sex island. As far as she was concerned, if they ever got to see their child, he or she would probably completely unrecognizable.
...and where the hell did that line of thought come from, anyway?
"Oh my God, my head is all over the place right now..." she confessed.