"Maybe it's just a phase, love," Qiana said, running a hand through Winter's hair and caressing her cheek with her fingertips. "Either way, he has to learn one way or another, and boys like him don't tend to learn the easy way. All you can do is warn him...but it's no failing of yours."
A thought tugged at her brain, the talk of children nagging at her. She hadn't wanted to bring it up, because she feared it was probably too soon. But out here, alone, spending time with her lover in the beauty of the sunlit woods...it was difficult to keep it all inside, even if it didn't seem the time or place, even if it was probably just a false alarm.
She told herself not to get too excited--but it was hard.
"Speaking of children," she said quietly, looking down at the grass. "I'm late."
It might be a false alarm. She had had them before, and lost children before they were born.