<span style="color: #5900b3">“Something Ana would have gotten over the moment she got the feel our child kick. All Inaara did was speed up the process.” </span>She growled in annoyance as she couldn’t find anything in the kitchen.<span style="color: #5900b3">“Fine. I’ll talk to the horned bitch and maybe we can go back to being neutral. Let’s go get me some food, I can’t find anything in here.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #a64dff">“Yes, I would convince Isabelle to let us name our hypothetical son after you to honor your memory. A great man who made our relationship possible and made me into a functional adult. Do your people not do that?”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>