from Sassy, because you know you wanna see it. ;p
Leave a comment and I will come up with your muse's and my muse's kid. I'm equal opportunity -- adoption counts just as much as organically produced babies (or even surrogacy!). Of course, this is just for fun's sake only, so none of these kids are actually binding to anything. If your muse is in a 'verse with mine, feel free to request a kid from
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"Yo."
"Why's Uncle Carter growl so much?"
"'Cause he's a werewolf, baby."
Five year old Gabriella Felicia Callahan pouted as she fed herself another bite of rice at the dinner table. "How come Mommy don't kill him? Mommy kills were-woofs."
"Because he's your uncle, and Mommy's best friend." Baileigh offered as she leaned over to wipe a smear of grease off Gabriella's mouth. "He's a good werewolf, anyway. We don't kill werewolves, they can't help what they are."
"We kill 'em if they try to kill us." Cain corrected. "Otherwise, we just help 'em not hurt people. You get it, Gab?"
"I get it, Daddy. I'm smart."
Cain smirked, sharing a glance with Baileigh across the table. "As a fuckin' whip, baby."
"Cain Callahan!!"
Gabriella just giggled, covering her mouth with one hand as Cain scowled and rolled his eyes.
Silence fell for a few moments.
"Mommy?"
"Que pasa, mi amor?"
"Where do babies come from?"
Cain's head shot up to meet Baileigh's gaze, finding the same abject horror in her own expression as he was sure could be found in his.
Werewolves he could explain, but the facts of life...
Cain was starting to wish for a monster to fight if it could get him out of this one.
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