“I shouldn’t have reacted that way.” He rubs his mouth and chin. “It’s just…it’s particularly difficult to conceive fae children. We don’t see them as burdens. I wouldn’t see a babe as a burden.” I feel hot and cold and confused, like someone’s pulled the rug out from under me. “And I’d hoped,” he continues, “that you wouldn’t see it that way either.” I search his eyes. “I wouldn’t ever consider a child with you a burden,” I say fervently, “and I do want that future with you.” The very idea of it sends a bolt of yearning through me. “Just not yet,”
