who’s willing to spend the next couple of hours talking about a little baby Montilyet with me
because. because babies.tiny little Montilyet babies.
Josephine catching dignitaries off guard by greeting them with a little girl sleeping in a sling across her chest.
Josephine reading long bedtime stories to her little girl about heroes and dragons and the Inquisitor (that’s your daddy/mommy) and calling her baby Topolina and Carissima and Passerotta in-passing (whereas her spouse refers to them as Da’len or Asala or friggin’ Pumpkin, darling why must you name our child after food)
Josephine twisting her daughter’s long, dark, wavy hair -just like Mommy’s- into delicate updos, only for them to come apart within the next hour.
JOSEPHINE’S SPOUSE GENTLY WEANING THEIR DAUGHTER FROM MOMMY’S ARMS AND CARRYING HER TO BED BEFORE DOING THE SAME TO JOSIE.
but most importantly
Josephine and her Inquisitor having long, in-depth discussions about the potential of having children- and deciding that it’s not for them, or that it’s not the right time just yet, or that they can’t wait to become parents.
Josephine and her Inquisitor finding themselves in an unexpected pregnancy or with a child they weren’t prepared for and feeling lost, anxious, terrified, but somehow elated, or finally, after long and careful planning, finally finding themselves with a dream come true cradled in their arms.
Josephine and her Inquisitor dealing with all the changes in themselves and their relationship, Josephine and her Inquisitor looking for that intimacy they seem to have lost on the way, or on the contrary, Josephine and her Inquisitor being each other’s pillars of strength and the two of them being closer and more stupidly in love than ever before.
Josephine working long and hard hours to ensure her family’s safety and happiness while her spouse cares for their child, or Josephine so entranced by the little life in her arms that she almost forgets the Duke of Kellington for a second.
Josehine and her Inquisitor living their happy and completely average, long lives however the fuck they want in the post-Inquisition years.
My rock, my world, my pride and joy, my heart horse. Almost four years with the best horse that has ever walked into my life and I’m forever blessed to have him in my life. I wouldn’t be here without him. I love you, Hank♡