Letting loose a contented sigh, Amalia spoke in a breathy tone. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

As I stared out at the pond and what could be considered a rough garden laying around its edges, I couldn't help but agree. The crystal clear water ebbed and flowed peacefully, lined with an assortment of breathtaking flowers of varying color and shape. The dark green canopy above let down the odd ray from the sun onto the forest floor below, with flowers still just as present in the spots without sunlight due to the thick Wakfu that saturated the air. I let my gaze roam over the sight until I found a clearing to the far right of the pond.

Sat within was a cozy building of medium size with two stories of stone, wood, and thick vines to hold it all together. This I thought, with no small amount of pride was ours, this was home. After all, we had built it together. Finally, my gaze fell back to her bright, golden-brown eyes set in a heart-shaped face of tawny, velvety-smooth skin and framed in long, silky green hair, looking up at me from my side expectantly.

"Yes it is, my lovely Spider Flower," I replied softly, affection and amusement clear in my voice. I chuckled lightly, which escalated into full-blown laughter upon seeing the legendary pout she was sporting. It was just too cute.

" It's been nearly 200 years! When will you stop using that stupid nickname?" She pouted while lightly punching my arm.

Ah yes, it has been that long, I mused inwardly while still snickering. After all who could blame me? After the crazy stunt she pulled, she'd be lucky if I didn't put that on her grave... Lightly shaking myself from my thoughts and sitting a bit straighter, I shot her a smirk " Oh? And when we had planned to get married officially weren't you the one to storm out before her father could finish what he was saying, mistaking his reluctance for disapproval and then dragging me out of my bed to demand a portal to the other side of the world just so you could shove the papers in your father's face? Hmm?"

I hummed questioningly with a knowing look, as her face turned a shade redder with every word spoken. It was crazy how she could still get so red after all the years we'd been together. The best part was that when I started using the nickname a few of the other Sadida figured it out rather quickly and spread it to those who didn't, keeping it a secret from her for almost a week. Of course, I can only assume that eventually someone took pity on her and let her in on what was so amusing about the nickname. It took her a very long time to stop blushing whenever someone else mentioned it, but I held it as a small victory that I could still get a reaction from it. Now remembering what I was about to ask before the spontaneously nostalgic topic came up, I continued where I left off.

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"Right, my lovely Spider flower..." I asked teasingly, smirking slightly at her cute harrumph. " What was so important that you brought me away from the reconstruction process?"

Amalia's face changed to a subtle smirk as she poked my ribs. "You mean aside from some quality time with your lonely wife?"

I chuckled, but my mind had already shifted back to the massive workload. And wasn't that a sobering thought? Already three and a half years after the war with the Mechasims and we were still only at around 10% of the previous infrastructure. The biggest, most disappointing factor to that is that we didn't have the manpower to build up properly again. And even with that 10%, only 2% of said buildings were being used to house people. The rest are used for necessities such as preparing food and medical supplies, a monument for the dead (this was oddly yet warmingly regarded as their priority even above housing... they slept in nothing but tents and hastily put together shelters during the entire 2-month process of making it), training facilities for the surviving children, pre-warning systems for practically anything imaginable, and other things past the food and medical equipment that had been previously thought unneeded but brought to focus by the paranoia of war.

The one good thing that could be said about the war was that it had brought about the strength required to survive, which had inadvertently brought them together. The general outlook at this point was thankfully very positive, as the chance of something catching them off guard were slim to none. One of the saddest yet most interesting occurrences during the war was the near extinction of the Sadida after the complete destruction of the tree of life. Near being the keyword there, it might come as a surprise that there were Sadida without the tree of life as they were connected to it very deeply. However, said tree showed its caring side when it transferred its very essence into Amalia and split the essence of nearly all the remaining Sadida among an extraordinary few, 10 males and 10 females, ensuring the survival of the next generation of Sadida. Quite the help with the w-

"Ahem!"

As I was dragged back to the present I snapped my gaze back onto Amalia's knowing eyes. Slowly I felt my cheeks start to heat up.

"Ah... eh, sorry, heh, just lost in thought." I slightly nodded my head in her direction to show I was listening and as a sign for her to explain again.

"I-uh..." Seein her fidgeting slightly had me quite intrigued. It wasn't often she got this way without a bit of teasing first. Oh, she started rubbing circles on her stomach. I think I know where this is going, and I'm not sure how to feel about it. Steeling herself, she continued, " I decided, I want to try for a kid". 

Yep called it, after the war ended it was only a matter of time, which I got a lot more of than I thought I would. Thankfully I had enough time to come up with an answer, whether or not I'm sure of it. Gently moving my arms around her waist and using a hand under her chin to meet our eyes, and seeing the worry in them.

"I don't know If I'm ready to be a father, heck I don't know if I'll even be a good one. But if it makes you happy, then that's what I want too." As I stated that, I tried my best to give her a reassuring gaze and a gentle smile. The beaming smile I got back hopefully meant I said the right thing and was definitely one I was committing to memory. But most importantly, it cemented the fact that I made the right choice. Though that was definitely not the extent of the pleased signals I was getting from her, the prime example being the obvious squirming and rubbing at my -ahem- below the belt region... Damn, was it that much of a turn on? Holy hell, what kind of extreme response would I get if I had suggested it first?  If I didn't want to wake up with a crick in my everywhere I figured I was probably gonna have to drag her to the house.

Though the look in her eyes said it would be quite the night regardless...