Bella Donna Boudreaux loves cooking and murder (poisonwine) wrote in utr_logs,
"I dunno." She sat up, sighing. "On de one hand everything's kinda comin' down around my ears, and even if the changes aren't bad, they're extreme. Now I'm gonna be a mom for a very, very long time. But. . . dyin' alone ain't exactly the nicest prospect either. If I had to pick, and was told you'd be by my side as long as I live, then I'd want to live longer, so you wouldn't have to be as lonely after."
She touched his hair, and kissed him, softly. "I love you, Merlin, and if that means I'm gonna be pregnant every year of so, for the next century or five, then. . . we're gonna need a bigger apartment."