A shinsu bomb had reverted your sister back to a child. One who was barely aware of who she was, much less where she was.

Although Bam had faith in your abilities, he was still surprised. You had accomplished everything a child of your sister Katy’s current age would need in a few hours. You made it look easy, supporting Katy on your hip and continuing the task.*

You had never discussed this before. But Bam could see, in the way you treated Katy and the way you treated Miseng, that you had an unspoken soft spot for children. He simply never imagined you would be so good with children.

A carnal desire welled up in Bam’s chest, sparking a thought he had never stopped to consider.

What if you were holding their child like that one day?

Bam’s heart skipped a beat. Their child… His child? That he shared with you?

He and you, far from the trials of the Tower, standing over a crib, holding your own child.

Reason told him to burst the image before it took over his mind. But Bam wouldn’t. He found he liked the idea.

Watching the way you played with Katy, teasing him with kisses on his cheek, Bam wished they had talked about this.

You held Katy, cradling him in your arms as the tiny baby held his sippy cup. Katy drank warm milk until her eyelids drooped. Her hand slipped and the cup nearly fell from her hands. Bam caught it quickly, letting you soothe Katy until she fell into a deep sleep.

They placed you in your bed instead of the one Katy was originally going to use, in case she woke up during the night.

*You stroked Katy’s hair, making sure she was asleep. Without the worry of constantly monitoring Katy, the torrent of thoughts that had plagued Bam all day now trembled on his tongue. *

If there was ever a time to ask, it would be now.

Have you thought about this?Bam took a deep breath. He looked down at his hand that was running through Katy's hair. Children.