She was questioning but Braylen was unsure of what part. He had clearly read that she was three; the count had been obvious enough. But her questioning glance left him guessing. So as he looked at her, his blue eyes searching hers, he thought upon what might make her hesitant if that were the case. Perhaps it was because she couldn’t talk; would that be hereditary or was that just her? Braylen was sure if that was what came to mind for him then surely that was what she was thinking too.
Reaching out his nose to give a comforting touch upon her neck he offers her a light smile. “I am not worried about the silence you might pass onto a child.” He says, hoping he does not offend her should it be something else she is questioning him about. “And you do not have to speak to love and teach a child. I believe it will only make them more sensitive to those around them since they would have to learn more than words.” He says and it is not a lie. Braylen fully believes she is capable of being a wonderful mother. She was gentle and caring; it was obvious in each meeting he had experienced with her.
“But you do not have to.” He adds, not wanting her to feel pressured as if she had too. “I am content with you as you are.” She did not have to give him children for Braylen to remain happy with her as he felt now in her presence.
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