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The wind blew lightly on the late autumn day as Luz trailed after her wife. Her wife, who was looking down at her hovering scroll, nose pinched. “We should have taken the last left on Hallows Road,” she said. She tilted her head back to look at Luz, brown and lavender hair shifting. “I told you.”
“Hallows Road is so busy,” Luz insisted. “The shortcut on Bloodmare Way is better.”
“It’s not a shortcut! It’ll take us ten minutes longer than our usual route.”
Here they were, on a Saturday morning, arguing over the best route to their favorite cafe in downtown Bonesbourgh to get pastries for breakfast. Amity just rolled her eyes, tugged on the collar of her jacket. Luz gives in. “Okay. We can go your way—“
Amity let out a sigh of relief. “Thank Titan.” She tugged on Luz’s arm. “Let’s go.”
“On one condition,” Luz finished, licking her lips.
Amity turned, still grasping Luz’s upper arm. “And what is that?”
“We have to get my favorite for breakfast,” Luz said, grinning smugly. She could already see Amity narrowing her eyes. “Or we can take the scenic route. Deal or no deal?”
“Deal,” she said bitterly. “Warmed up blueberry muffins for breakfast it is then.” She raised an eyebrow. “Though I do have one condition of my own.”
“And what would that be?”
“You can’t kiss me afterwards,” Amity replied, bearing the same smug look Luz had been wearing a moment ago. “You know I hate the smell of blueberries.”
Luz paused, pretending to be deep in thought, considering it. She ended up bowing her head, folding over in mock defeat. “Good things require great sacrifice.”
“Really?” Amity put her hands on her hips. “You’d give up kissing me for a muffin?”
She shrugged expressively. “It’s only for a bit.” She grinned. “Why? Can’t go that long without me?”
Amity’s face turned a bright red. “What? No.”
“No, no. I’m flattered, Amity. Really.” Her bottling tooth dug into her lip and she glanced around the cobblestone street around them. “In public? Scandalous.”
“ Luz,” Amity hissed. “I just wanted breakfast.”
“Deal?”
“Deal,” she replied fastly, silently rolling her eyes. She sometimes wondered how her wife’s eyeballs didn’t roll back into her head. “Can we just go get our breakfast now? Thank you.”
“Yes, ma’am.” She saluted. “Just one more thing.”
Amity audibly groaned. “What now—“
Luz slipped her arms around her wife’s waist and pulled her in, dipping her slightly by the hips and pressing her lips against her in a sudden, breathless kiss. She closed her eyes, taking in a breath full of cold autumn air. Amity relaxed under her.
By the time she came back up, she grinned at her. “What was that for?”
“So you wouldn’t miss me too much,” Luz mumbled, shrugging and brushing it off. “I figured I’d get my morning kiss since I can’t get it for a while after this.”
Amity hit her on the square of the shoulder and snorted. “Dork.”
“Mhm,” Luz hummed back in reply. “And you know you love this dork.”
Amity rolled her neck and tinged her head back, muttering under her breath. A light breeze swept down the street, but Luz caught something along the lines of yeah, I know I do.
Dork. Amity loved to call her that.
That didn’t stop their gloved fingers from threading together, hand in hand, as they continued down the desolate road and into the warm, welcoming atmosphere of the little cafe.
A small bell rang as they walked in, Luz holding open the door for Amity. She dipped her head in thanks. The smell of coffee grounds hit their noses. It was quiet inside: the rumble of machines, quiet conversations and music playing on scrolls, the clink of snails against the counter.
Amity leaned over to whisper to Luz. “I’ll go order. Go get us a spot to sit.”
Luz smiled at her wife knowingly, playing up on her heels. She looked down at her now. She had grown to be a few incessantly taller than her in their later years, if Amity wasn’t wearing her heels that is. “Window spot?”
Amity looked up and smiled right back, the smile that Luz had come to love. “Window spot,” she confirmed.
They usually sat at the same spot at the back of the cafe. It was close to the window and overviewed the street and the entryway to the park. They liked to watch the people pass by, making up ridiculous stories to make each other laugh as they drank their coffee and ate their breakfast. See that man in that fancy jacket? He must be a millionaire. That woman in the hat? She’s trying to hide the fact that it’s made with faux feathers. The person looking down? They are secretly a spy.
It usually ended in one of them spitting out their drink, both red in the face.
Luz nodded and Amity pushed past her, shoulders lightly bumping. She scouted for a nice table and looked around.
The cafe was small, but comfortable. It was painted in hues of red, orange, and brown — the comforting colors of natural earth. It held a long counter to order and pay and a glass display case of their delicious pastries. They had a few tables in the back and shelves lining the walls, full of foreign magic devices. Old caldrons, crystal balls, tarot cards, and cryptic looking skulls and relics. A few white-stick candles were always burning, bathing the dark corners in flickering candlelight, flames that jumped and danced.
Luz kind of loved it here.
Familiar with the path, she made her way to the back and to their usual table. It was the furthest from the entrance, right up against the back window. Her eyes landed on it and her body came to a stop.
Oh.
There was something different about it today. Someone was already there. Not just someone, she realized. Three witches. A small group.
Well, darn it. There went their special spot. It usually wasn’t occupied. Shrugging, she turned to leave to go find another table. But something about these particular people drew her in.
There were two adults talking, laughing. A small giggle filled the air. Luz turned back, body angled to the side to watch them. The two women were engaged in a conversation. One held her head in hands, gazing up at her companion reverently as she talked on, listening intently.
They only paused when the child between them giggled again, the remains of chocolate cake left in a ring around their mouth. Both mother looked down at their child, but didn’t scold them
In fact, they joined in on their laughter. The whole family laughed, one mother grabbing a napkin to wrap their child’s face gently with the cloth. The other mother only wiped her eyes and slid further into the booth, one arm around the back of both her child and spouse. Her family. The child looked content as they gazed up at their mothers, feet kicking out from under the table.
She couldn’t describe this feeling in her chest. ( Giddiness? Happiness? Wanting..?) She couldn’t seem to tear her eyes away. Maybe it was because they were being loud. Maybe it was because they were sitting where they usually sat. Maybe it was because they were laughing like her and Amity did in that exact same spot.
Or maybe it was because she could almost imagine her and Amity in the same way, a few years from now.
The scene made Luz pause. It was sweet, a part of their everyday family life. It was heartwarming to watch such a scene out in public. It was incredibly sweet and domestic.
She wanted to be a part of it.
She was jolted back into reality when she felt a warm hand on her elbow, pulling her back. “Hey,” Amity breathed. She heard a crinkle and she held up a brown paper bag. “Got the muffins. Any luck?”
She caught Luz staring. “You okay?” For a moment, Luz saw her flit from her to the family at the table.
For a reason she couldn’t name, she felt her face flush red. She wasn’t ashamed, not really. But could Amity hear her thoughts? Gah, this was embarrassing! They had barely talked about things like this. She only recalled one conversation back in high school when they both said they weren’t opposed to the idea of kids. Amity said she wanted to be better than her parents. Luz wanted to have someone to love as much as her mom and dad had loved her. They had just let it go and let life take them where it wanted.
“Uh, yeah,” Luz managed. “I’m fine. Just.. table’s taken.”
“That’s alright,” Amity replied. She looked at the table again and then Luz realized she was looking past them, through the window. “Wanna take it to go and eat it at the park?”
Luz forced herself to think straight. She tore her gaze away from the two wives with the young child and moved to give her own wife a peck on the cheek. “That sounds great, mi amor. ”
Amity hummed back. She felt a warm hand slip into hers, a cool weight against her jacket. “Let’s go then. I’m starving.” Her eyes sparkled in the lighting of the cafe as she gazed up at Luz. “A certain someone kept me waiting in the street with all these kisses.”
“Hmm,” Luz replied. “Sounds pretty romantic to me.”
“Maybe if you’re delusional,” Amity wrinkled her nose, tugging on Luz’s arm. “Come on, Noceda. I’m practically withering away here!”
Luz quirked up her eyebrows. “Ah, yes. I’m surprised the wind hasn’t carried you away.”
“Luz! Don’t you want your damn muffins? I didn’t walk all the way here for nothing.”
Luz tilted her head playfully. “Okay. You got me.”
“Finally. Now, come on.”
She let her wife lead her away. They went out through the door and back into the cold air. The bell rang as they left, the small family’s echoing laughter following them out.
* * *
Luz silently cursed herself for the third time that same morning. Her eyes seemed to find every single witchling on their outing to the park. The place was crawling with them. Parents holding their hands, bending over to pick hellhound pups, playing with each other or on the slayground equipment.
She could blame that partially on herself, she supposed. After the world was saved, there was a record breaking number of witchlings born within that time. Parents finally felt safe bringing new life into the world, happy to reunite with their partners and families without fear.
At the time, it had warmed Luz’s heart. A new generation, the world regrowing and healing with a new group of people to grow up not under Belos’ reign. Now, it did not make her very happy.
She couldn’t stop making sidelong glances at happy families with parents and giggling children, older grandparents with smaller grandchildren, or even older siblings teasing younger ones.
She didn’t know why she was feeling this way. Her eyes were drawn to every family, particularly the child. There was a wanting feeling in her chest. She felt like cooing at every baby in a carriage they passed.
Was this baby fever?
The closest feeling she had felt to this was back when she was just married to Amity and watching her with the kids at the library, bending over to hug them goodbye. She had been deep in thought and then suddenly it happened. She’s so good with kids.
She had then stiffened at the idea and internally screamed nope, NOPE. She had managed to get her blush under control before her wife noticed. She never brought it up again. But there had been some times she just wondered.
She knew Amity would be a good mother. And any kid of theirs would be pretty damn cute. She couldn’t deny that.
She had never been opposed to having kids, left that be said. She had always loved babies and toddlers. She had always loved being the older cousin and helping her tias and tios with the younger ones when she visited her mom’s family. She had helped Amity at the library and Eda at the college when she had held a shadowing program, allowing younger kids to come to school with their older siblings to see what a college for wild magic was like.
She was good with kids. She knew that much. But her own kid.. that seemed like a whole other story. Maybe a bit.. scary?
She wasn’t exactly sure how to feel yet.
She let her gaze wander to the ground as she caught herself staring at another child. A boy, probably nine or ten, walking his dog, a demonoid one with three heads.
For the first time, Amity caught her gaze. She was halfway down with her muffin, rolling it up in the wrapping paper. They had found a nice bench to sit on halfway into the park, surrounded by the grass and trees.
“What is it?” Amity questioned. She looked to the two figures and back to Luz, leaning in. “You looking at the dog?”
Luz paused for a moment.
Amity started to snicker. “What? Do you want one?” She started off on a rant. “Pretty sure Viney had to deal with one of those. They can be pretty vicious. Three heads to bite you with, you know. But with proper training I’m sure they’re alright.” She tilted her head thoughtfully. “I’m not sure about you, but Ghost is enough for me. She wakes me up with her zoomies.”
Luz shook her head. “No. Not the dog.” Amity furrowed her eyebrows. “I was looking at the boy.”
“You know him or something?”
Luz shook her head. “No.”
Amity frowned, only more confused. When Luz didn’t reply, she shrugged and went back to eating. She took a small, tentative bite of her muffin and started to chew.
Luz rubbed her palms together uncomfortably, hunched forward in her sitting position on the bench. “So, how do witches reproduce exactly?”
Amity started to choke on her muffin.
She leaned forward and spit it out onto the grass in front of them, then turned back to her wife, bewildered. Luz winced. “Where did that come from?”
“Uh, nothing,” Luz tried. “Just.. wondering.”
Amity’s face started to turn red, running a hand through her hair. “Okay then. Just.. just give me a moment then.”
Luz just stared back at her. “What?” Amity flashed her a wide eyed glance. “What?”
She had only recalled a conversation a few years back when she asked the same thing about Willow being both her dads’ biological daughter. It ended in Eda laughing as she tried to unsuccessfully explain witch anatomy and Amity getting red in the face just like this.
She knew a bit. She knew it didn’t matter much about gender here. Any two people who loved each other could have a child if they wanted. Two women, two men, and anything in between. This was a place full of magic after all. She also knew they must have had some sort of adoption or ward system. Raising a kid that wasn’t your own wasn’t unheard of.
“Nothing,” Amity said harshly. She looked around them, cheeks still rosy. “It was just so..random.”
Her gaze fell. “I was just asking a question.”
She let out a sharp breath. “I know. Just later, okay? Not while we’re out in public.”
“Why is it embarrassing?” Luz asked, raising one eyebrow. “We’re all adults here.”
Amity let out a dry cough. Luz rolled her eyes. Unbelievable.
Amity went back to eating, finishing up her breakfast muffin, sending Luz awkward glances from the side. Luz stared down at her lap. A moment later, she raised her chin and looked up, frowning. “Does this mean you don’t want kids?”
Amity spit out her muffin again.
* * *
Later that night, Luz untucked the covers from under the pillow and pulled them down. Besides her, Amity did the same thing. They both settled into bed with a soft humph.
The first thing Luz did was turn her head on the pillow and look at her wife from the side. “So..” she started. “It’s later, and we’re not in public.”
Amity blinked harshly.
Luz felt taken back. “I’m sorry. If I embarrassed you earlier, I just—“
“You didn’t,” Amity blurted. “Just took me by surprise is all. Why the sudden interest?”
“Just.. wondering,” Luz said, playing with a fistful of comforter. “I mean, I’ve been here for several years now. I know I’ve seen pregnant people and babies and all that. I was just thinking.”
“Oh, okay.” Amity’s voice was quiet. She was then silent for a moment. “I didn’t mean to say no, by the way. I was just a bit startled.”
Luz turned her head. “What?”
“You asked if it meant if I didn’t want kids,” Amity answered slowly. “And I didn’t mean it that way.” She turned to look at Luz, blinking through her eyelashes. “I’m not opposed to the idea. We just haven’t had the time to talk about it.”
Luz tilted her head. “Well, we could start now.”
Amity started to laugh, looking up at the ceiling of their bedroom and wrinkling her nose. “Slow down a bit, will you?” She laughed once, then twice. “I take it you’re fond with the idea of kids then?”
“I guess,” Luz said. “I know I like kids and that I’m good with them. I know you’re good with them.” She paused. “And I know I love you, and I would love anything that’s a part of you, including our kids.”
Amity smiled back at her, eye corners crinkling. Luz took a moment to run a hand up the slope of her wife’s cheek. She leaned in and pressed a kiss to her wife’s open forehead. “You can talk too, you know. I don’t want you to feel scared or forced into this.”
“No, no,” Amity assured her, but her gaze still dipped. “I’m fine with it. Really.”
“Really?” Luz ran a thumb over her knuckles. “Then what is eating at you?”
Amity ducked her head. She knew Luz knew Luz knew her too well. Something was up. “I just..,” she sighed. “It’s my parents.”
“Your parents?” Luz echoed. “What about them?”
“A lot,” Amity began. “I know my dad did better, but my mom..” Amity swallowed thickly. “I guess I’m scared of being like her? I know it sounds stupid, but at the end of the day, she’s all I knew as a mother. What.. what kind of child deserves a mother like that?”
“You also know my mom,” Luz said softly. “You could think of her as an example.”
Amity tucked her arms around herself. “I.. I guess.” She let out a small chuckle. “Camila is pretty great.”
“I know,” Luz said, blinking. “And I also know you’re your own person. Not your mom or anyone else you think you are. You’re whoever you want to be.” Luz squeezed her hand. “And I, for one, think you would be a great mother.”
Amity looked at her. “Really.” Her voice cracked a bit. “You know, I know that feeling. Fear. When my dad passed, it was so hard on me and my mom.. and I guess that’s my biggest fear. Titan forbid if something ever happened to one of us when we had a kid..”
She felt the prick of tears in the back of her eyes. She also felt Amity wrap a strong arm around her. She sniffled, continuing. “It was the worst feeling. Like the end of the world.”
“Oh, I’m sure,” Amity said. “But I’d bet we’d be better. We would be so kind and patient to our kid. We would be there for them. We would love them, no matter what?”
Luz wiped her nose with her sleeve, still sniffing. “Yeah?”
Another squeeze to her hand. “Yeah.” She smiled softly. “Just promise me one thing?”
“What?”
“If we’re seriously thinking about this, having a kid,” Amity breathed. “You promise you won’t let Eda babysit without Raine there?”
Luz started to laugh, nestled into the crook of her wife’s arms. It was warm.
“ What? Don’t laugh! She’d blow our baby’s brains out!”
Luz laughed harder, red in the face. Eventually, Amity joined her laughter too. They laid there together, laughing hysterically until tears sprung into the corners of their eyes and they blinked them away.
That night, they fell asleep close together, Luz’s arm around her wife’s waist.
* * *
“You’re going to explain this to me, right?” Luz asked as she looked down at the rather lengthy book Amity had gotten from the library on health and reproduction. “I have zero clue what this says.”
“Yes,” Amity said, standing up. “Welcome to Witches Sex Ed. Woohoo.” She cringed. “I’m getting flashbacks to middle school.”
They were sitting on the living room couch after Amity had left that morning to go to the library to get the book. After their talk last night, they were moving right along.
“Just witches?” Luz asked, squinting. “Or does it include demons too?”
“Mostly witches, but bipedal demons are included under that umbrella. Other demons.. do things differently. I know some have some type of heat cycle, much like animals. It’s.. complicated.”
“Witches don’t?” Luz asked, raising a brow.
“No. Some of us have Moon Cycles though,” Amity explained. Luz nodded. She knew some witches had the equivalent of a human period, but called it different things. “I know humans have something similar.”
“A period.”
“Yes. That,” Amity said. “Most of us don’t get ours until we are fifteen or sixteen though. That is when our magic is stronger, fully developed.” She tilted her head, chewing her lip. “Without magic, pregnancy wouldn’t be possible.”
Luz raised her eyebrows again. “At all?”
“Conception would be,” Amity explained slowly. “But the pregnancy would be lost within a few weeks. Witchlings need magic to grow. That’s why the number one symptom of witch pregnancy is magic loss. They suck off of your magic supply to grow.”
“Huh,” Luz said. “Like a little leech.”
“I guess,” Amity winced. “Other than that, fetal development is pretty much the same. Except for the anatomy differences, of course. Witches will grow pointy ears and bile sacs. Our reproductive systems and digestive systems are different also. Gestation is also ten months. It takes a little longer for witchlings to grow since they are developing parts needed to do magic.”
“Okay,” Luz said, sitting back. “But how does the baby get in there? Our we talking human style or..?”
Amity cringed a bit. “In some ways.. yes. But you need a deep bond and love to conceive. Both parties have to have the same mutual feeling that they want to have a child. That’s when the process begins.”
“Really? That’s pretty neat. In my world, there are many accidental pregnancies.”
“There are still accidents here too. Sometimes a mind can wonder and then.. well, you just accidentally added a baby to the mic. That’s why there are still protective spells and charms you can use.” Amity looked blank at Luz’s face. “And, no, it’s different for each couple. We’ve never had to worry about anything like this.”
“Because I’m human?” Luz guessed.
“Well, that, and because we’re both girls,” she said. “It takes a same sex couple a spell to conceive.”
“And how does that work?”
Amity grabbed the book off of Luz’s lap and turned a few pages. “There’s a few different versions based on different types of magic, but I think the potion is easiest.” She turned to the right page. “Conception potion. Right here.”
“What’s it say?”
“We have to make a sacrifice to the Dark Lord and then make a blood oath and chant in the Old Tongue,” Amity replied coolly.
Luz’s mouth fell open.
“I’m joking,” Amity looked up, amusement dancing in her eyes. “It says here it just takes two consenting adults and some potion ingredients. We both have to drink it and then mix it up.”
“What does it do?”
“Well, let’s just say we don't really have eggs and sperm like humans,” Amity explained. “Our magic is how we conceive. The potion will take a bit of your magic, or essence, and conception begins. Therefore, the baby will have both our genes.”
“Huh,” Luz said. “Seems simple enough.” She paused at the magic part. “And then what happens them?”
“The willing parent hopefully becomes pregnant. The newly formed zygote will implant itself on the wall of the uterus.” She tilted her head. “You can test to see if it worked for about four weeks, I believe.”
“Cool,” Luz nodded, and paused. “Wait, does that mean m-preg is real? “
“What?
Luz widened her eyes. “Men getting pregnant.”
“Well..” Amity coughed. “Sometimes men are born with female reproductive parts but don’t identify as female, you know? In that case, it’s their choice if they want to carry or not.” She squinted. “So I guess men can get pregnant?”
“Then how do two biological men have a baby here?”
“Oh, there’s lots of options. They can have a surrogate ready after the spell. It’s biologically their baby, just carried by someone with a womb. There’s also a spell that allows a baby to be made right away, rather than just conceived. But it’s much longer and complicated.”
Luz nodded, understanding. “Gotcha.” She paused, biting her lip. “And you said you basically need magic to conceive?”
Amity saw the look on her wife’s face and sat down, settling the book down. “For the most part.. yes.”
Luz looked up at her with a concerned and confused expression. “Does that mean we won't be able to..?”
Amity shook her head. “I don’t know. As far as I know, this hasn’t been done before.”
Luz looked back down at that.
“But we also have done a lot of things that shouldn’t have been possible,” Amity said softly. She clasped her hand with Luz’s. “We will do this together, okay?”
Luz nodded, then started to smile. “Okay.. what’s after that?”
“In the spell?” Amity questioned. Luz nodded and Amity presented the book to her.
She happily took it and flipped a few pages. She carefully started to read, finger marking her place. “Oh, it says right here after the essence is mixed, to implant the zygote, we have to—“
She cut off abruptly, slamming the book shut. Her whole face turned red. She let out a muffled squeak.
Amity nearly fell over at the look on her wife’s face.
* * *
It took them a few weeks to gather the needed ingredients for the spell. They followed the instructions in the book. Within that time, they had much time to talk, to process things.
They were ready to try. To try for a baby.
Amity still felt as nervous as ever as she stood over the brewing potion with the cauldron they had borrowed from Eda. (She had no clue what they were using it for.)
“Uh,” Luz said from behind her. “It’s glowing. It’s it supposed to do that?”
“Huh,” Amity peered at the rich amber liquid, which was, in fact, glowing. Luz was right. “I don’t know.”
“What do you mean?!” Luz yelped. “What if something’s wrong? What if it gives the kid two heads or something?!”
“Luz, honey, calm down. Our baby won’t have two heads.”
“ You don’t know that!”
When it began to boil, she knew it was ready. She ceased her stirring and gathered up two cups from the counter. “It’s ready.”
Luz paused. “We have to drink it?”
“Yes, Luz. That’s how it works.”
She dipped it in and filled up two cups. She turned to her wife and handed her one. “Here.”
Luz gave her a half smile. “Cheers?”
Amity rolled her eyes. “Cheers.”
The two cups met. Then their eyes met. Luz nodded.
On the count of three.
One.
Amity tilted her head back and swallowed thickly.
Two.
She held the tip of the cup to her mouth. It was cool against her lips.
Three.
She closed her eyes, threw her head back, and gulped it down. Well, it didn’t taste good. It was bitter. She could feel it run down her throat and down into the pits of her belly, where she felt a bubbling sensation.
Luz, on the other hand, came back up coughing. “It tastes like cough medicine,” she grumbled. She held one hand to her stomach. “What is it doing?”
“Soaking?” Amity tried. “It takes time for it to settle and determine the genes of the embryo.” She looked back to the remainder of the boiling potion. “And then I drink it again and hope it works.”
Luz let out a sigh as the sensation faded. It didn’t settle in her own stomach though. It seemed it already knew she was the willing one. She was the witch, the one with the magic. It made the most sense she would carry.
“Can I have your hand?” She whispered.
“Is that a part of the spell?”
“No, I just want your hand.”
Biting her lip, Luz slipped her hand into hers. She made her gaze steady. It’ll be okay. They both had no idea what they were doing.
After the feeling faded, Amity reached out. The potion glowed brighter now. She had to drink another cup.
Luz’s hand never left hers as she tilted her head back and swallowed yet again. She ended up sucking a breath in, hands on her knees.
Luz leaned over. “You okay?”
“Yeah.. it just tastes bad.” She stuck out jet tongue. “ Ack.”
She felt Luz’s hand rubbing a circle against her back. “But it’s over now. You did it.” A sudden sparkle appeared in her eyes. A spark of excitement. “We did it.”
Suddenly, Luz was letting out a yelp, crashing Amity into a hug. She felt herself be lifted off the ground and let out a yelp of her own. “ Luz! Put me down!”
Luz complied, but not before squeezing her and kissing her on the cheek. “Luz,” she repeated. She didn’t want to give her false hope. “We won’t know for a few weeks.. and things like this rarely work on the first try. It can take months. Years.”
“I know,” Luz said, breathless. “I know. I just.. I just hope.”
Luz leaned in and kissed her again.
* * *
The next morning, they laid in bed and stared up at the ceiling. Luz’s hand trailed over hers.
They only talked briefly, when Luz tilted her head to look over at her. “Do you think it worked?”
Her eyes went down to her stomach, as if she could possibly see if that tiny clump of cells that would grow into their baby decided that she was worthy enough to cling to.
She ran her thumb over Luz’s knuckle, silent. She wasn’t sure either.
But she knew one thing.
They were in this together. No matter what.