"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, as soon as you change, we're going to have to deal with the Zoya, and the thought of having an innocent child in the middle of that terrifies me. What if I can't protect our child? What if I can't protect you?" His voice wavered the tiniest bit.
My breath hitched. I'd seen Trent scared before, but his fear had never been this palpable.
"We're going to be two vampires raising a human child," he said, pacing away from me. He dragged his hand through his hair. "Eventually, he or she will get older and realize we're not human. What happens then? Do we tell him or her the truth? Do we let our child become what we are, or do we let them grow old and die?"
I froze. None of those thoughts had ever crossed my mind. Not once. How could I have been so stupid? Numb, I shuffled back toward the bed and sank down onto the mattress.