Redhawk Caldera Wilted colors.

Her counter did not ease his hurt or his agitation, but he managed to hold his tongue until he heard her dry laughter and her final comment, which hit him like a guillotine to the back of the neck. There it was — exactly as he'd expected.

You wanted to be a mother again, you wanted me to take part, you wanted to tack my name on to yours. Its all about you, all of this. Reyes fumed. That wasn't the real issue anyway, the real issue was whether or not she still wanted these things or if this one argument would split them up for good.

What about what I want? It really didn't need to be asked if they were a real couple, but at this point Reyes was doubting himself, and their connection, pretty hard.

I want to be a good dad for them, whatever they're called. Bonus points if they carry on my name. One day I'll be the only one to carry it — but fuck me right. How dare I want a legacy my mother could be proud of.

As if a hyphen would really be the end of the line.