We were going to. Before. 

Yes, but that was before shit went down and I became scared and/or angry towards them.

Ah, whereas I already was.

I love you.

Love you. We're going to do okay at all this.

She listens to the heartbeat some more. Our baby. I wonder what she'll look like...

Half-human kids are all really pretty. Though most of them were descended from fucking Lúthien, that might confound it.

You're at least as pretty as her.

You never met her, dear.

Don't have to. You're the most beautiful creature ever.

Think our daughter's gonna steal that title.

Probably, yeah. She imagines holding a wriggly golden-haired infant with his arms around the both of them.

Maybe she'll look like you!

Maybe! The baby's hair changes from blonde to brown in her mind's eye.

Won't be blonde anyway, not from birth, I told mine to grow in that way because I liked it.

Really?

Yeah! Notice my distinct lack of blond parents and grandparents? There's no Vanya blood in the family.

Blond's recessive, I didn't think too hard about it. Why did you want to look like a Vanya?

Hadn't met any. Later was too stubborn to change my hair color just because of them.

Of course you were. She kisses him. So was your hair red or black, before?

Black, I'd have let it be if it was red. 

It's strange, imagining you with black hair.

Doesn't suit me. 

It doesn't! But she can imagine their baby with black hair.

You're adorable.