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Once the two lovers were done in the bath house, they decided to spend some time at an inn. On the way there, though, they passed by a store for babies, and Arnwen pulled away from Valen to gaze into the window. There were cribs and blankets, high chairs and rocking chairs, little clothes and toys of all kinds. Decorations for a nursery, food and vitamins, diapers and rings for teething. Arnwen felt out of place just looking at it all.

And he was out of place. Never before did he look or feel so out of place. As he stared inside, he saw pregnant men and women like him, but they all looked so much better off. Their clothes were nice, their hair was washed and neat looking. They all looked happy and certain of what they were doing. Many of them were openly holding hands with their partners, or were being followed by happy looking children, maybe both. And all of them looked healthy and well-fed. They all looked like they had money to pay for what they needed. And some of them stared back at him.

And there was Arnwen gazing in through the window at all these things. Him, in his ragged clothes with holes and patches and dirt and dust, with his messy hair, layers of dirt and grime that couldn't be scrubbed off with just one wash, and thin straps of leather that could barely qualify as "shoes". 

"'S not fair. Our baby deserves all that too." He said quietly.