"Huh. Maybe that'd do it."

"I don't think they're miserable but it's very not ideal on the whole. I'm not surprised Abadar picked him anyway, though, he's otherwise so suited."

"If he just doesn't have any kids I guess there's not a shortage of descendants from the last one..."

"There's plenty! And will soon be more." Patpat. "It's not really bad, just - awkward -"

"Well, I am super happy to participate in making sure there are plenty of options for Abadar as long as this mostly involves having sex with you."

"I think that's exactly what it involves!"

"Oh good!"

He works on music. He has her over somewhat less while she's pregnant. He writes songs specifically for the two of them.

Well, if he has her over somewhat less that is what lovebirds are for. She will help with the songs! And write some herself. Here's an almost-a-hymn-styled duet about how he picked her up off the street, though not quite literally enough that anyone could reconstruct the story from the lyrics alone.

Here's one about fish, inspired by a fishbowl full of colorful fish in one of her co-harem-member's rooms.

Here's one about how apparently halflings call themselves married as soon as they're raising a child together; she corners a halfling servant from the kitchen to get examples of how this can come up besides the obviously conventional one and each example gets a verse.