Thread:Dark dwarves 2/@comment-26295802-20170125003501

Lucina Lance sits on the couch, reclined as she watches holovision. Lance is laying down, his head resting lightly on his wife's stomache.

"So... what do you think it'll be? A boy or a girl?" he asks absently, staring up at the cealing, "and what are we gonna name it?"

It had been almost three months since Mrs. Lance's narrow escape from the mob, and John was still a little shaken up. He had been at his wife's side almost constantly. But now it occured to him that they didn't even have names picked out yet. 