"Khaat," Brian said, "I'm all for having a dozen kids. And every single one of them will be happy and healthy and loved. With our twelve and all the ones we're guardians for, plus all of those kids, you'd better be grateful we have a big house."
"Wait...twelve?" Khaat looked at him blankly, as he helped her take a seat. "If we're having that many, you're going to take Rob's potions and do the pregnancy and the delivery room bit...."
"I'd love to, Darling," he said, not rattled one moment, "but I so love the glow you have about you when you're pregnant that I don't really believe I could carry it off with the same beauty and charisma."
"I'm positive there would be nothing beautiful about it if you did," Angus looked at Brian. "Women have a way of looking beautiful for every moment of it. We would just end up mucking it all up, Mate."
"I just want to see him try," Khaat said.
"No, you don't. Trust me," Angus laughed.
"But," Khaat said, as Brian sat beside her on he sofa and put his arm around her. "I really do want the rest of my children to be yours." She kissed him.
"We can have as many as we want, but it doesn't make these any less mine, and it won't make any others we have any more mine. Understand?" he said. She nodded.