so very dapper

[temporal_affairs]

The Joker is awfully domestic, in his way. He makes pretty clothes. Nathan's perfectly happy to be a clothes horse for his sartorially-inclined mate. Some of the clothes are distinctly feminine, and Nathan does not wear those, although the Joker could probably talk him into a kilt, even if that's not a Manx thing but only their neighbors.

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[temporal_affairs]

"Had some. I think they were mine." Pause. "They were there when I woke up from turning, babe."

[yourheartstrings]

She puts down the frying pan she just got out of the cupboard, turns back to Nathan, and hugs him.

"Oh, sweetie."

[temporal_affairs]

He hugs her back. "I didn't know you'd - if I'd - I wasn't trying to knock you up."

[yourheartstrings]

"I know, hon," she says. "I love you. I'm sorry about your kids."

[temporal_affairs]

"I'm not sure they were mine. They looked like me, but. I can't remember."

[yourheartstrings]

"It's still sad," she says, hugging him some more.

[temporal_affairs]

"Yeah." He hugs her back. "...If you want to keep it, if it's even there and this isn't just a stray craving for French toast and me being paranoid, then the standard procedure is C-section three weeks along."

[yourheartstrings]

"That's fast," she comments. "And I don't know what I think yet."

[temporal_affairs]

"They're very fast," agrees Nathan. "If you don't do a C-section they chew their way out at about one month."

[yourheartstrings]

"That sounds messy."

[temporal_affairs]

"Yes. Also, fatal in all known cases."

[yourheartstrings]

"We can do it the other way, then," she shrugs. "I wouldn't want you to worry."

[temporal_affairs]

"So you do want it," he says.

[yourheartstrings]

"Still not sure yet. But if I keep the kid, yeah, we can take 'em out early."

[temporal_affairs]

"Okay."

[yourheartstrings]

...

More hugs.

[temporal_affairs]

"Weren't you craving French toast," Nathan says weakly, but he hugs her.

[yourheartstrings]

She waves a hand. "I unhungried myself," she says. "I want to be hugging you more than I want to be eating."

[temporal_affairs]

He hugs her tighter.

(But avoids putting pressure on her belly.)

[yourheartstrings]

"I love you, honey," she murmurs into his shoulder.

[temporal_affairs]

"I love you, babe."

[yourheartstrings]

Snuggggggggle.

[temporal_affairs]

Snuggle snuggle snuggle.

"D'you want to know anything else about half-vampires? To help you decide?"

[yourheartstrings]

"Sure, okay," she says, snuggling him some more. "And let's go back to bed and cuddle there."

[temporal_affairs]

He picks her up and carries her to bed for further snuggling. "Well, you met the princess, you saw Henry. Half-vampires wind up with very rigid sleep schedules. Usually they crash sometime in the evening, but some of them are nocturnal or sleep mornings or something instead. They grow fast. About ten times as fast as a human till they're six months old and look five, and then it slows down till they stop growing when they're seven and look somewhere between eighteen and twenty. They don't age after that."