Impasse

Lucien did his best to stifle a yawn and focus fully on the conversation, though he was struggling to do so. He smiled warmly and rubbed Maeve's pregnant belly. It was still hard to believe he was going to be a father, He worried sometimes about whether or not he'd be a good father, but then he knew he'd have Maeve in his life to keep him in line. Besides, how hard could it really be.

It's definitely warmer there, I've been there a couple of times on digs, it's quite pleasant really. Warm days, cool nights. I mean don't get me wrong, my heard will always belong to Orlais, but I don't mind that we'll be staying in Antiva for a bit. He'd quite enjoyed himself the times he'd been in Antiva before, granted he'd been on a dig so he'd been working the whole time, but he'd found the warmer weather reasonably bearable and kind of a nice change.

He raised an eyebrow when Maeve brought up him and possibly having done better, at first he wasn't sure what she was talking about, he was just too tired, but then he realised what she meant when she brought up Rosalie. He shook his head and yawned.

I could say the same for you ya know. I mean now I'm positively brimming with a positive attitude sure, but when we first met I was hell bent on revenge and if it weren't for you I probably would have died trying to get it. Definitely wasn't the poster boy for positive vibes back then. Having baggage is one of the reasons I fell in love with you, because you weren't perfect, because neither of us are perfect. Look I had my share of flings before you, but once there was you, no one else had a chance, it's you, it's always been you, and it always will be you.