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The issue hung heavy in the air, weighing heavier in the couples’ chests with every new breath. Artemis pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a measured sigh. Holly sat across the room in one of the many high-end armchairs in the Fowl Estate; her feet dangling and her face in her hands. This was not going well, but neither had really expected it would. Love could do a lot of things, but allowing a human male and an elven female to conceive and bear children was not one of them.
“I hate this,” Holly said, “I hate this and it’s all your fault.” Artemis laced his fingers and stretched his arms out in front of himself before bringing his hands to rest on the back of his head. She had a point.
“Perhaps we should step away from the matter at hand and return to it once we’ve had more time to think,” Artemis suggested.
Holly snorted and slapped her hands on her lap. “What more is there for me to think about? I’ve run through every possibility I could on my own already. We need to talk about this. Right now is the time to talk about this.”
Although Artemis had read through countless psychology tomes and studies on interpersonal relationships, platonic and otherwise, he was at a loss in this particular situation. The topic seemed to grow in complexity each time it resurfaced.
When he and Holly decided to begin a romantic relationship, the pair had more pressing matters to deal with than childbearing and rearing. How serious were they about the relationship? Who would travel above or underground and when? How often? Should one of them move in with the other? How could they keep Foaly from spying on their correspondence?
