Level Ground

"Let's just get one thing clear. I'm not a puppy mill. I am not ready for a kid and we aren't propagating the species until you and I get our shit worked out. You and I are not stable yet and I'm not fucking up some kid for the sole reason they will be born to fight. Yeah?" Nova said seriously. She figured that this was the best thing to just start with. Draven gave an odd humor-like sound.

"I can promise you that having children was not on the top of my list." Even if it meant a possible mate for others out there. However you could not know, and what would happen if their child didn't have a mate? He also did not want his child to grow up in a world that would be the death of them at an early age. To have them living to only know fighting or darkness. He was fine waiting on that, or if they decided not at all then that was what happened. It was their choice as mates. No one else's. 

"Good." Nova seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. He tipped his head looking at her.