Listen, there were lots of things he had liked about the thought of marriage. But the benefits of marriage had mainly been Maggie, and just generally having someone there at all hours. Just because one liked to cliff-dive every once in a while didn’t mean that he had to like swimming. He’d liked the thought of a whirlwind romance. The problem was that he’d never cared much for what came after.

And what was he supposed to do with a baby? Lorcan had always pictured himself as the fun uncle, the cool uncle, the... Well, never the parent, Merlin.

It was only when he blinked and realised Maggie wasn’t right in front of him that he realised she’d gone to slump at the table. At about that moment, Lorcan realised he’d still just been thinking about himself. But seriously, what were they going to do? This flat above the bakery was comfortable enough, but it wasn’t that roomy. Where were they going to fit the nursery - and the nanny?! And how was Maggie going to work in the bakery when she was pregnant, and then a mother? (How was he going to support them on a mediwizard’s salary if she didn’t?) 

He let his frown linger for a long minute more, trying to think of something to say that wasn’t wishing it away. If there was nothing they could do, well... “Shall we... eat, then?” He suggested, with a defeated shrug.

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