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He made a fair point. She hadn't exactly considered the difference ther'd be between babysitting- and walking away from the kids when she'd had her fill- and actually having kids of her own who would be there, and needy, for quite some time. Still, she wasn't terribly deterred. Even though she babysat for Raven and Quixote, she had yet to experience the major pain in the ass it was to have kids once they were more mobile. She didn't know what it would be like to help a child through heartbreak, or to feel the fear of seeing one injured. For Niamh, all she could think about when it came to kids, was the warm fuzzy feelings you got when you were around them. 

"Eh, I'd see how the first batch turned out." She said, blithely. "Then figure out if I wanted more or not. But as long as they're nothing like my brother and I were when we were brats, it'll all be good." She laughed. After all- she and Ambrose had left the pack before they'd turned a year old- and she couldn't imagine now, what that must have felt like for her parents...But at the time, they hadn't much cared, either. She ended up shrugging, though. "I dunno. Depends on what happens, I guess. Maybe I'll never have them." She admitted- if Colt didn't step up his game, she thought privately, she'd definitely miss out the year coming up. How the hell was she supposed to find someone else in such a short period of time?! "Just have to steal that little blonde one that came with Caiaphas and call him my own. Looks enough like me, anyway," She joked flatly.