A colorful celebration of life

Eularia leaned into his touch, closing her eyes as he settled next to her. She could feel his magic around her person, in such a small quantity that she was not certain if it was because they were so close in contact, or if he might be doing something. She didn't want to know.

When he declared his love for her, she shifted her weight, and let her eyes open. Quiet, for a moment. I know. You broke our agreement. She tapped with her free hand, over the tattoo she'd noticed but never addressed. Acted as if it was no surprise. They were supposed to be friends with benefits, nothing more, nothing less. I... did too. She admitted, with a lazy hand reaching towards his face. Fingers caressing his cheek.

I want... to say it back. She sounds guilty; she is guilty. She has no doubt he's felt the slow-changing difference to her body, but it still wouldn't be real unless it was said out loud. But as she's lying there, stroking his face with her free hand, she cannot help but think how perfect this moment is. And she can't ignore the slowly creeping fear that he might not want a child; that he may leave. 

So she's quiet, regretting her decision to mention a secret, regretting his decision to say he loved her. For a moment their bright little corner of the world seems dark. As she snuggled into him, she mumbled under her breath, Do... you want children? Part of her hoped he did not hear her.