“Now?” he asked.
It would be perfect to conceive their first child on this night, the first night of their residence in the new bodies, the night the Alliance thought them dead and forgotten.
“It's going to seem silly — the mechanics of lovemaking,” she said, a touch of embarrassment in her voice.
“No, no!” he said. “You're beautiful. And your children will be too.”
Tonight, the first child, the first of the secret, unseen, unsuspected warriors conceived in the dark of the woods, the warriors that would one day reclaim the land of their forefathers, reclaim Demos for people of the air… Tonight, love and conception and an effort to overcome awkwardness at not being human. Tonight, celebration. Tomorrow: going to come the revolution…
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