"Go and babble to someone else if you need to," Glory said. "I'm going to go and settle in for a nap with your brother."

Archie didn't need to be told twice. He was gone in less than five seconds, off to babble and blather on to Damon most likely. Damon liked to listen to Archie's gushing words, though.

Glory made her way back to Léan and snuggled in next to him.

Léan was still fast asleep. For once, he seemed to be sleeping peacefully, the lines of worry faded away from his features.

Glory tucked herself under his arm and snuggled into his side. It didn't take her long to get comfortable and fall asleep.

Léan was the first to wake up, a few hours later. He was still quite sleepy, but didn't much feel like sleeping. He'd had a terrible dream near the end of his rest, but couldn't remember what it entailed...

Glory woke up a a few minutes after he did.

"How'd you sleep?" she asked softly, turning to face him.

"All right...I had a nightmare I cannot remember again, but that's not a big deal..." Léan yawned, softly, and rested his head on her shoulder.

((Brother has to do homework--I'll be back on in a bit.))

"Well, it was just a dream," Glory comforted, leaning up to give him a kiss. "I went and talked to a couple of people while you were sleeping. And apparently... you and I have a pair of twins on the way, rather than just one child."

Léan blinked, so not ready for that sort of shock that early in the morning. He groaned, dropping his face into his hands. He would continue to be somewhat unenthusiastic until he gained some self-confidence about being around children.

Glory's tentative good mood fell. She'd known he wasn't exactly excited about having children, but she didn't think he was so against it. She curled up a bit tighter, trying not to let her hurt feelings get the best of her.

Léan kept his position for a moment, and then raised his eyes, fixing her with a solemn, apologetic look. "I'm sorry. You know I'm not thrilled. I don't think I'm fit to be anywhere near children, after all..."

Glory didn't reply. She didn't want to end up losing her temper and yelling at him, or bursting into tears, and she knew that both were a very real possibility.

"I just thought you might be at least a little supportive," she finally said, softly. She had faith in him, she knew he would be a good father if he tried. She wasn't worried about that.

"It's difficult to be supportive, especially when I'm frightened I will harm any children I come across..." Léan reminded her, his voice soft and a bit gentler than before. He reached out, and gave her a tentative hug. "I'm just worried..."

"I'm not," Glory replied. "You know I'll be right there to keep you in check, if I need to. But I really don't think I will need to." She cuddled a bit closer, a little hesitant. "I have faith in you."

Léan didn't seem so sure, but he simply sighed and shook his head. The only example of a parent he had ever had in life--that he could readily remember, anyway--had been his own father, who certainly wasn't fit to raise children...

"I trust you," Glory said, a bit more firmly. Gently, she took one of his hands and laid it against her stomach. "And if you protect them the way you protect me, then you have nothing to worry about."

Despite her reassurance, the unenthusiastic air Léan had around himself did not vanish. He was still doubting himself...and would for quite a while. "I am afraid I don't share your trust. I don't trust myself..."

"Everything will be alright, you'll see," Glory said. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes," Léan said, slowly. He sounded suspicious, like he knew she was probably going to go on about trust and something along those lines. He did trust her. He didn't trust himself, or anyone else's judgement on himself...

"Then trust me when I say I won't let you do anything that would hurt our children," Glory said. She rubbed her stomach a bit and looked down. "I just don't want to do this alone..."

Léan seemed to be growing quite uncomfortable, though he didn't show it in anything other than his currently awful posture. "I...will try...however, I can't guarantee anything."

Glory sighed.

"I think I need some time to myself and you need some time to think about things," she said. She got up from where they were laying together. "I'm going to head inside for a while."

Léan's grumbling started up again, and he curled up into himself in a tight ball for warmth. "Fine." For some reason, he sounded unhappy, unfriendly.

Glory gave him a small kiss on the cheek.

"I'll come back out in a little while," she said. "I think we each just need some breathing space for a bit." Turning, she made her way back to shore.