Noctisardor Bypass Be my rest, be my fantasy

Fig could tell right away he’d done wrong. The look on her face and her response seemed riddled with disappointment. He wished he would’ve pulled her close again and said it was fine, committed himself to whatever she wanted. Made her smile. But he couldn’t be dishonest. When it came to parenting, he was hesitant.

”Oh, I’ll follow you home still,” Fig committed with a smile, “I won’t go that easily.” He didn’t know what Kvarsheim would hold for him, if it would all work out in the end. But if he had the choice of being with her or avoiding responsibility for a child, he knew which one he wanted more.