Bryn/Jacob
Bryn chuckled softly. "Well I would hope you wouldn't steal this sort of treasure anyway. This sort is... priceless. Come on, we'll have to be more quiet, but it'll give you the chance to see more of my home, more of my handy work. At least my room and one of my daughters. I don't know the state of the other two's quarters, but their room us much like my own."
She stepped back through the security door. She didn't know how he felt about life, or children, or babies. But she couldn't help but share this little miracle. The life that had come from life and death. And while she was sure that it was beyond her to create, there was something about babies that warmed her like no blood could ever.