"I'd like to be with you," she said, "but only if you're comfortable with it. It's not going to hurt the baby--you can call the doctor and ask her yourself. Or talk to Z--he and Bella were together while she was pregnant. She told me so. Talk to whoever you need to, but please rethink where you're at. Being with you has to have a place in all this." As he cracked his knuckles like he was considering things, she stared at the tattoos that ran up his inner forearms. She tried to imagine a son of hers with a set of those and reached out, turning one of his hands over so she could run her fingertips across the symbols. "Will he get these, too?" So many names, she thought. "Or because I'm his mother, is he not allowed--" "Fuck that shit. He can abso get them--and I'll have V do it. But only if he wants them." "I'm surprised." "About?" "How much I want him to. I want him to be just like you." There was a long pause and Wrath had to clear his throat. "That's just about the best compliment anyone's ever paid me." "I don't know. . . . I just feel like you're the perfect man." "Now you're making me blush." She laughed in a rush. "It's true." "I curse. Constantly. I have a short temper. I order people around--including you." "You're also a great fighter. Great lover--although my son will never, ever have sex--nope, not going there, and if we have grandchildren, they will be immaculately conceived. Wait, where was I--oh, yeah, so you're also very loyal. You've never looked at another woman." Wrath put his index finger up. "And that would be true even if I could see." "And you're smart. Great-looking--" He leaned in. "Are you trying to butter me up so I'll have sex with you?" "Is it working?" "Maybe." He kissed her lips softly. "Just give me a little time. Only yesterday you were rushed to the doc's because you were throwing up." She ran her hand down his cheek and his hard jaw. "I'll wait for you. Always." -Beth & Wrath"