Astarion never took the idea of fatherhood into account. Not much reason to under Cazador. But now, after being free for so long, with his beloved by his side, anything feels possible.

Still, when you walk into your shared room, eyes wide, shivering slightly, the thought doesn’t even cross his mind. Instead, he gives his love a smile, and stands to greet them

“Hello my dear.”

he clicks his tongue

“Poor darling. You’re shaking. What ever is the matter?”