I wake with Ward's head on my stomach again. I ruffle his hair with my fingers. Despite any misgivings I may have about having children, I know he's going to make an excellent father. His patience and understanding are ridiculously inhuman. Or perhaps I'm just used to a different variety of human. I frown at the thought.
“You're brooding again.” Ward's voice rumbles from below me.
“How in the Gods' names can you tell without even looking at me?” I complain.
“I can almost feel it.” Ward responds, stretching. He moves, laying his head beside mine to look at me. “And beyond that, you get this certain scent depending on what you're thinking. The smell of your sadness, disappointment, these things are sharp and bitter. I don't like smelling them, they sting my nose and make me want to cry in
