Nova Peak rumpus room

Masquerade’s gaze traveled to her midsection, and Riley couldn’t help but allow his gaze to remain there too. There was something riveting about that rise of flesh around her belly — with a source of pride he reminded himself of how he’d had his hand in contributing to it. But then he recalled the less glamorous aspects of pregnancy, like how sick it made her - and he felt a stab of guilt, too.

Masquerade mentioned her mother and Riley realized that they had that in common. He was one of three too.

She drummed her toes absently along her belly, blurting a name that made Riley grin. I like it. It suits all of us. And yes — you are sassy. Strong, determined, beautiful… and sassy. He remembered their sparks fondly. I think two or three would be perfect too. But if there’s three, we’re out numbered… Maybe we better hope for two.