<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">He smoothed his hand down her back in silent apology.  "I hope so," Cameron murmured.  "I would like very much to see you bear a child -- my child.  But now is not the time, if for no other reason than I would prefer not to bring a child into a world still wracked with plague."  He kissed the side of her head, hands still soothing her.  "Perhaps when our little trio of brilliant minds has found a cure... then we can consider the possibilities, my love."<br/>
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Cameron was less afraid to speak of the hope -- but he was not sure it could ever come to pass.  His fear was that she would indeed be required to bear heirs -- but not by him.  "Sleep now, sweet one," he whispered.  "Tomorrow comes soon enough."</span></span>