atticusnarcissus:
He’s devastated. Look. [ Thorfinn is gazing up at them, clearly pouting but at least not crying ] Good night, little boy. [ he leans over to kiss his forehead before following him from the room ] Maybe we’ll have a girl. A sweet little girl. A quiet little girl.
How will he ever manage? Poor thing. I’m sorry, beastie. [ she smiles up at him, kissing him briefly ] Our babbling little son and our quiet little daughter. I can be happy with that. We will be happy with that. And sooner than we think.Â


















