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[victormakesart]

Victor reads The Very Hungry Caterpillar, The Grouchy Ladybug, and Where the Wild Things Are (thrice, twice, and five times respectively) for the girls, and she gives them kisses goodnight. Then she reads part of a motor manual for Jude (yes, but he requested it), and tucks him in, and then Anya starts crying and she has to go put her back to sleep (Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What do you See, read four times).

By the time she makes it to the couch, it's nine-thirty and she's yawning.

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[backinthsaddle]

"Let's hold off on telling the kids until this is already happening," he suggests.

[victormakesart]

She hadn't even thought of not saying anything to the kids (she wants to shout it from the rooftops, perhaps on a different planet), but she's really glad that he mentioned it, because it makes sense. Then she thinks of something she's been vaguely worried about since she realized she's infertile. "There are... complications, potentially with multiple births, or leftover e-eggs and even leftover embryos. I'm not sure how I feel about there bein' leftover frozen babies."

[backinthsaddle]

"Well... maybe we can find a world where their medicine's a lot more advanced than us. Where they can make sure to do it right with just one."

[victormakesart]

"And that way the risk of birth-defect goes down, and, um, and if I don't h-have eggs they can maybe figure out a way to, to synthesize them."

[backinthsaddle]

"Yeah. See? It'll work out. There's got to be someone in the multiverse who can do it."

[victormakesart]

She kisses his forehead matter-of-factly, then his lips, less matter-of-factly. "This'll be good."