#rowan!convo

Vincent: anyway, i’m thinking we kind of do an us thing tomorrow? all day, at home, you know. stuff.

Rowan: No errands? I like the sound of that.

Rowan: All day, at home, doing stuff? And what stuff do you want to do?

This was definitely the kind of information Rowan knew she should’ve shared before they got married. It was just complicated. How do you tell the man you love that you’re not human? Oh, by the way, my family comes from a line of witches and skin walkers. Hope that’s cool with you. She convinced herself that it wasn’t necessary, that they weren’t planning to have kids right away so it could wait. Well... wasn’t that all thrown to hell now? Not one, not two, not three, but seven pregnancy tests later... which she still refused to believe so she got a confirmation from the local clinic... with a total of eight confirmations, she was pregnant. There was even a chance there was more than one kid swimming around in there, something she wasn’t really prepared to think about right now. It ran rampant in her family. Everyone who had kids had, at least, one set of multiples of some kind except Xander who decided one kid was plenty. Making sure the shift manager had the bar covered, she paced the floor, waiting for Vincent. When he came home, she froze, eyes lifting up to look at him. All she could do was point to the paper on the table that confirmed the pregnancy. This was really a shitty way to tell him, but she was panicking about the rest of what she had to say.  “There - that - that you need to see, uh, shit,” she huffed, “this was supposed to be smoother. I brought home dessert cause that - that always makes things better. And Bourbon, your favorite kind so there’s that.” Shaking her head, she let out a sigh, speaking quietly to herself, “Oh my gosh, shut up Rowan.”

@northernxmuses

The small group had gathered, as they did many times before, at Rowan’s bar. It was busy, but not overly crowded which gave a nice, relaxing vibe. The drinks flowed, though nobody was drunk. It was purely a warm buzz, laughter, friendship. The conversation flowed freely from one topic to the next, weaving from exes to current relationships to those that were single - which was only three of them. Rowan’s not sure when things turned to sex, but she wasn’t exactly a prude, keeping up with the topic here and there. It was Rafael’s comment that caused the stir. It was easy to arouse someone. Rowan rolled her eyes, “Guys, sure, but women? No, no, we’re not that easy to arouse. Girls are like oven, you have to warm us up. You can’t tell me you can get a female from 0 to 80 like a - mustang or whatever. You’ve had way too many girls stroke your ego,” she teased, not really taking it seriously. It was then that someone else chimed in, “Dude, you should demonstrate. I think Rowan just volunteered, you’re both single...” She scoffed, “Seriously? No. It’s stupid cause it’s not true. I’d hate to damage his ego,” she glanced over at Rafael, “Maybe you should try that blonde girl over there. She looks tipsy, I’m sure she’ll be all over you in 2 seconds,” she half joked.