Edie was perusing the latest correspondence from her fork. She still should have been paying enough attention to realize that the door didn't go where it ought before it swung shut and she couldn't sense anyone else anymore, but she wasn't.
After opening and closing the door a couple times to make sure she hadn't just been abducted somehow, she looks around.
The twins wake. Imliss leaves. Idaia continues snugging her husband and occasionally going downstairs for assorted reasons and being delighted by the contents of her demon-provided wardrobe. She solicits and receives some of her favorite wedding presents from her alt.
A few weeks subjective pass.
He never stops holding her. He still can't really believe she's alive and safe.
She continues to be alive and safe!
And increasingly nervous as they approach the three week mark of realizing they had forgotten any kind of protection.
Not without leaving bruises, at any rate.
When it's finally three weeks, she goes for the box of pregnancy tests she hid under the bed. Her hands are trembling.
Love you too. That's not even a little bit of what worries me.
I know accidental children are really really horrible but at least we're here, we're safe...
What if the others think I'm an irretrievably irresponsible person?
What if the others think we're irretrievably irresponsible people?
Then they will be people who have opinions about us and you know what I do about people having opinions about us?
Normally people having opinions about us aren't your father and brothers! Also Milliways doesn't have dungeons.
Oh, I didn't mean 'throw them in dungeons', I meant 'give zero fucks'. Including my father and brothers.
Probably I'm worrying over nothing and they'll never find out. ...Carry me to the bathroom so I can use these things?
And she pees on the stupid stick and waits for it to say positive or negative.
"Fuck," she breathes, and throws the stupid stick against a wall, and puts her head in her hands and trembles.
"I don't want them to think we're irretrievably irresponsible."
"I mean, half-human babies grow up fast, we could try a series of wacky shenanigans in which we don't see them at all until we magically have an adult child we found somewhere. But that'd be stupid."
"Also it would involve isolating them for their entire childhood."
"No, no, of course not, among the wacky shenanigans would be sneaking out into town and kidnapping a preschool.
We should probably just tell everyone."
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