The Magic of I Do (Faerie 2)

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Claire could understand that. But didn’t he see that she was giving up time with their child too? If the child wasn’t fae, she wouldn’t be able to take him or her back and forth with her to the fae.

“What if our child isn’t fae?” she asked him.

“I don’t care if she’s fae or human, Claire.”

“You’re thinking about yourself,” she said softly. “This affects me too.”

“I don’t see how. You’ll be going back and forth to the fae with our child, to a place I can’t go. I don’t like it. I don’t like it a bit. And there’s nothing you can say that will change my mind.”

“I have to give things up too,” she reminded him.

“Like what?” he snorted.

“I can only take our child to the land of the fae if he or she is fae. Don’t you see that? So, when I travel to and from there, I won’t get to take any child who doesn’t have pointy ears and wings, as you say. I’ll have to leave that child in your care while I travel.”

“How often do you plan to travel?”

She hadn’t given that any thought at all. None. “I have no idea. Whenever there’s a mission for me or I’m needed in the land of the fae.”

“Do you still want to go on missions after the baby?” His brow furrowed.

“Did you think I would stop?”

His eyes opened wide. “I’d assumed you would.”

He assumed wrong. “It’s what I am.”

“No, it’s what you were. Now you’ll be a wife and mother.”

“What does that change?” She knew her voice was rising to a dangerous pitch. But it was impossible to ignore his implications. “I’m still fae.”

“So, where’s the compromise?”

“I don’t see a compromise.”

He gave her a blank look.

“Do you intend to stop with your special investigative work?”

“Why should I?” Now he looked offended.

“Because now you’ll be a father and a husband, and if I can’t put myself in danger, neither can you.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Almost as ridiculous as you asking me to stop taking missions. Goodness, you might as well clip my wings and take my memories if you’re going to do that. You’ll be taking part of me. Don’t you see that?”

“And I’m giving you part of me.” He pounded a fist over his heart.

“It’s not the same.”

“Apparently, I’m not as important to you as that part of your life.” He looked at her, and she could feel his pain. Was he as important to her as that part of her life? It really couldn’t be compared.

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“That’s not the case.”