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“So... ten babies, eh?”
Callum visibly cringed, eyes darting around the kitchen. Runaan and Ethari had disappeared again, leaving them to prepare dinner.
“Like, I said, I, uh, didn’t mean it like that-” Face bright red, he sighed, putting the knife down on the chopping board and turning to give her his full attention.
“Oh, how did you mean it?” She struggled not to laugh at him, his flushed appearance and stammering beyond adorable.
“We were talking about what a baby might be like if a human and elf had kids.” Callum sighed, rolling his eyes. “And then Lira decided to tease me-”
“Just talking about any random elf/human babies, were you?”
“Em, well, no... I guess not.” He laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “But they started it!”
“So, three kids got the better of you and you’re wanting ten?” She tried desperately to not to laugh.
“I told you, I didn’t say I wanted us to have ten.” He rolled his eyes, sighing at her teasing, before he grew a little more serious. “But, well, I meant what I said, I want us to be together. To have a life together.” He took her hands, smiling that soft, sweet smile of his. “And yeah, I guess that would involve, you know, babies. If you want them, that is.”
Rayla’s heart raced as she squeezed his hands and stepped closer to him. “I… I do.” She sighed happily, pressing her forehead against his. “I do want all of that with you, Callum. I love you.”
She wanted forever with him and had for longer than she could remember now. With Aaravos imprisoned and Callum free from the stain of dark magic, forever finally seemed like a possibility.
“I love you too,” Callum sighed happily, slipping his hands around her waist and kissing her softly. “Being with you- Us here together... it’s pretty near perfect... this nice, quiet life.”
“I don’t think ten babies would mean a quiet life.” She teased, slipping her hands up his chest and around his neck.
“Hmm, good point.” He chuckled, pulling her closer. “Pride Grandpa Ethari could help. And Runaan.” Grinning, he caressed her waist “Though he didn’t look impressed with the idea of ten grand kids.”
“I think he was probably a bit more concerned with you talking about us making babies at all.” She ran her fingers through his hair, resting her forehead against his. “And I am not having ten babies, thank you very much.”
“Na, that makes sense.” He smirked. “Obviously at least ten.”
She arched an eyebrow at him, unable to keep the amused smirk from her lips. “At least?!”
He shrugged, leaning in to her and kissing her softly. “What, you want twenty?”