"Not here." Never here. Maybe not even back home when she thought about it. Things were such a mess back there, too, and only getting worse if the comics were to be believed.

The hell of it was, she thought Aidan would make a great father. He was patient, nurturing, protective, just about everything her own father hat been. She was the broken link in that equation. Pulling her arms off the back of the sofa she played with the blanket covering her legs. "I won't have kinds where it's guaranteed that one or both parents are going to disappear. I get why people-" Like Aidan. "-would want to try, but I'm not that person. And... I never will be."