Nate chuckles and concedes. "Very well. I'll be Papa and you'll be Dada. I was never allowed to call my parents pet names like that. 'I'm raising adults,' Father used to say. 'Not children.'"
His gaze drops. "Our children will be allowed to be children."
Anders pulls one hand free of Nate's to cup the archer's cheek.
"Our children will be free to be children and themselves, Papa. They'll have all the love they could want, all the security, everything a child should have. We will be better than your father and better than mine. And you'll have an endless abundance of love from me as well." They'll do this right, and they'll do this right together.
A soft laugh. He kisses Anders' forehead. "We love this baby so much, and it hasn't even been born. What in Andraste's name will we do when we go to bring it home?"
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His gaze drops. "Our children will be allowed to be children."
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"Our children will be free to be children and themselves, Papa. They'll have all the love they could want, all the security, everything a child should have. We will be better than your father and better than mine. And you'll have an endless abundance of love from me as well." They'll do this right, and they'll do this right together.
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"We'll be fine, they'll be fine. We can do this, love. We have each other, and together we can do anything."