Redhawk Caldera Wilted colors.

Towhee's anger was beginning to affect the rest of her body. She looked pained and Reyes felt an immediate guilt over hat he had caused with his little slip of the tongue, but there was no way to go back now. He would try all the same — a good father should always look out for their children even when they're yet unborn, he thought.

Look, lets just drop it — he started to say, except Towhee was still yelling at him. He bristled a little as her shouting worked its way through him. If you won't take my name then they shouldn't either. Let them be Redhawks, then. Clearly they'd be better off. Wouldn't want anyone assume that I give two shits about my own kids.

There was real physical distance between them now, a chasm of cold air where once he had pressed himself against her. He knew this would happen. Towhee had only wanted him so long as his Rivaini dick was useful. Next she'd be telling him to leave, and he'd end up the dead-beat dad he'd always dreaded he'd become.

Sorry, I guess I mean our kids. Since it was such a hot button issue, he really shouldn't be making jabs. He was hurting now, though, and if Reyes hurt he wasn't going to be alone in it.