you are nothing less than angels

Basilisk had fed the two gremlins, and ushered them to bed. Helping Hazel set up a sleeping place in the space room. The room that had been his when they had just been flatmates. It was a little embarrassing actually. Basilisk had had a lot of food insecurity growing up. It hadn't entirely faded, and he still found himself hoarding food like a chipmunk before winter. He had quietly scooped out an old and forgotten stash before Spider had moved in.

Now, he and Hazel were in their room. He knew his girlfriend was exhausted, so he was surprised when she started the conversation. He glanced over at her, and then his eyes lingered. Eyeing her up and down. Wondering if she was awake enough for this conversation. "A child, Hazel?" He asked her softly, worry in his tone. "What are we going to do with a child? Give them our nightmares and insecurities?" He said softly. They had enough issues between them to cripple a normal person. They both had daddy issues, admittedly far different as those issues were. What did they know about parenting?

"Speech"