"...Yeah?" she says. She hasn't memorized any patterns; she eats when she feels like it, and she feels like eating now.

"Whatcha having?" he asks, rolling up to his feet.

"Dunno," she says musingly, heading for the kitchen. "...French toast. I feel like French toast."

"That's got eggs in it, doesn't it?" Nathan asks slowly.

"Yeah, why?"

"...Babe," says Nathan, "how thoroughly did you turn into a woman?"

"Can you," Nathan says, "get pregnant."

"Neither did I." He sighs. "Unusual hunger - especially for eggs, among things humans eat - is common for people pregnant with half-vampires."

"...Of course. Sorry to distract."

"...What's up, sweetie?"

"Do you want to have a child?"

"I don't know," she says, shrugging again. "Haven't thought about it. Do you?"

"Had some. I think they were mine." Pause. "They were there when I woke up from turning, babe."

He hugs her back. "I didn't know you'd - if I'd - I wasn't trying to knock you up."

"I know, hon," she says. "I love you. I'm sorry about your kids."

"I'm not sure they were mine. They looked like me, but. I can't remember."

"It's still sad," she says, hugging him some more.

"Yeah." He hugs her back. "...If you want to keep it, if it's even there and this isn't just a stray craving for French toast and me being paranoid, then the standard procedure is C-section three weeks along."

"That's fast," she comments. "And I don't know what I think yet."

"They're very fast," agrees Nathan. "If you don't do a C-section they chew their way out at about one month."

"That sounds messy."