Be what he was meant to be.
Medina rose a skeptical eyebrow, the corner of her mouth pulling to the side in mild amusement. The sound of wishes from a father to a son. Soft golden eyes watched Calent hold Hope by the window, taking the imagine and seeing it doe later. For when someday, this would be a distant life.
Feeling bold, she walked slowly up behind Calent, curling an arm around his back and resting her cheek on his shoulder when she stood beside him. She reached and stoked Hope's cheek with the back of a finger, before turning her head and pressing a kiss to the shoulder beside her.
"We made a cute baby," she commented idly, not fully enjoying the talk of such a heavy future weight on her child, "do you think he'll be handsome?"