Lost Creek Hollow permiso

wren listens, planting a soft kiss to the slender cheekbone of her lover's face. things are different now, though, the honey-brown eyes blossomed with thoughtfulness, toes dipped into the water of a life she had never before sought. you have me. they'd be-- ours, y'know? our own family.
but there was hesitation, still. wren pauses. i could adopt shadowpaw, if she wanted. i want-- if we want a family, she's included in that. the mention of akavir makes her shudder. and, like, we could go find a new donor together. someone who doesn't know us. who won't wanna be involved. akavir definitely would, regardless of eshe; wren did not want that. she did not even want to see him again.
there were options, possibilities; it did not have to be silvertongue who carried. they could carry together, if nature allowed. it did not have to be a man from riverclan, or even of the valley. but it left wren with a burning question, one filled to the brim with her own doubts. do you-- do you think i'd be a good ma?