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]

"Opening the shell far enough usually involves breaking the spine, and there's also plenty of blood loss - though admittedly you have better color than the usual patient already - and the amniotic fluid is rather venom-like, so it burns, but can't turn-and-heal like ordinary venom can," says Rosalie.

"I think she'll be fine," Nathan says.

[yourheartstrings]

"Blood loss, broken spine, venom that doesn't turn me - been there, done that," she says cheerfully.

[temporal_affairs]

"All right," shrugs Rosalie, and she looks at Nathan and says, "Want to say when?"

"When," says Nathan, a few moments later, and Rosalie cuts.

[yourheartstrings]

The Joker grins and bites her lip. "Tickles."

[temporal_affairs]

Rosalie cracks open the shell and picks up a well-formed little baby half-vampire.

"It's a boy," breathes Nathan.

"Mind the teeth," advises Rosalie as she hands Kerron over to his unambiguous-daddy.

[yourheartstrings]

"Awww," says the Joker, a little breathlessly, as her spine uncracks and her abdomen pours out a gush of not-quite-venom and then seals itself. She wriggles, then holds out her arms. "I wanna kiss my munchkin," she declares.

[temporal_affairs]

Nathan kisses him first, then hands Kerron over to the Joker.

"Usually at this point you'd be hurried into the turning room, and now I'm not quite sure what to do with you," Rosalie says to the Joker. "Can you walk? Do you want to just go back to Nathan's room? I suppose he'll have to be moved into family suites."

[yourheartstrings]

"Hiya, snugglebug," she murmurs, kissing Kerron's forehead. Then she looks up at Nate. "Where do you wanna go, hon?"

[temporal_affairs]

"Our room sounds good," he says. "Conjure up a crib for him while they pick out family quarters for us."

Rosalie, meanwhile, pulls some coins out of her pocket to clean up the operating table - these are not the Joker's transparent-with-color-flecks, but a bright and glowing gold.

[yourheartstrings]

"Goldie's been busy, I guess," she remarks, and gets to her feet, still cuddling Kerron.

[temporal_affairs]

"...Goldie?" Rosalie looks at the remaining coins in her hand. "Bella made these. She just makes the little ones steadily all the time from being thirsty," says Rosalie, "so she gives them out for things like this."

"Her Majesty's interdimensional nickname is Golden," Nathan explains, "and she's not the first one the Joker met."

[yourheartstrings]

"That would be Stella," the Joker agrees. "Who I'm pretty sure still hates me, it makes me sad sometimes."

[temporal_affairs]

"Aw, babe," says Nathan. "She let you come here, didn't she?"

[yourheartstrings]

"Yeah," she says, stepping up to Nathan so she can lean against him, her arms being full of baby at the moment and therefore not available to hug him with. "But I don't think she was happy about it."

[temporal_affairs]

Nathan picks up her and, with her, Kerron, and heads out towards his quarters. "She looked more uneasy to me than upset," he offers.

Kerron yawns and falls asleep.

"...Well, we know when he sleeps, now, six p.m., could be worse."

[yourheartstrings]

"Guess it could," she agrees.

Thoughtfully.

[temporal_affairs]

Nathan looks at her with a completely faux innocence as they reach his door.

[yourheartstrings]

"So, I'm gonna conjure the munchkin a crib," she says brightly, "and put it somewhere way out of our way, and then I'm gonna soundproof our room."

[temporal_affairs]

"That sounds good to me!" says Nathan brightly.

[yourheartstrings]

They enter the room.

She conjures a crib and tucks the baby into it, then slides it all the way into the corner by the door.

She tips her head to one side and says, "And now I won't get pregnant again until I wanna."

[temporal_affairs]

"Soundproofing up, babe?" asks Nathan.

[yourheartstrings]

"Yep!"

[temporal_affairs]

Pounce.

[yourheartstrings]

Ooooooooh, she's missed him getting rough with her.

He's paying attention to when it'd be a good time to quit having sex, right? Because his mate definitely isn't.

[temporal_affairs]

He's got a mental note up to start checking for that in about... seven hours. Half-vamps sleep like metaphorical babies for a minimum of eight.

He checks after seven hours, and says, "Forty-five minute warning, babe," at the next lull in activity.