Sun Mote Copse Won't you take my cane and hold my hand

Bronco was about as cool as an ice statue about relationships and such, wasn't he? Niamh sighed, willing her son to relax so he could actually get a grip about what was going on, and stop fixating on the topic that bothered him the most. "Relax, hon," She said, and reached out to touch him- but thought otherwise, and pulled back. Now probably wasn't the time. "But yes, we'll be having more kids, probably," She said. "It's too soon to tell." She said. There was silence; and Bronco still hadn't moved an inch. 

"Do you have any questions?"