Thomas knew how. Children weirded him out more than marriage. You created a person, literally brought someone into this world and then were expected to keep them alive for---forever! You never stopped being a parent, you never stopped being a father and dedicating your entire being to making sure that this person that you created grew up! And old! And successful! Thomas could barely stand seeing his cat miserable with him when he forgot to fill up his dinner bowl, he was awkward enough when dealing with his Arrow girls when they were in moods, how could---
"Because we're smart," he said, his eyebrows going high. He smiled though. No, he did love his niece and nephew, but mostly because they were not as obnoxious as their mother, and he appreciated that maybe Catriona was the bad egg in the family and not him. She'd produced two lovely children, so there had to be something decent in their gene pool.
He shifted, thinking about his friends that had moved on to that next chapter in life. Some of them admittedly by accident, but no one seemed to be in a terrible state. Even Ian had managed to raise a happy little girl. Thomas looked down at the top of Rose's head, suddenly curious.
"Are children part of our agreement?" he said, recalling the deal he and Rose had written up their seventh year of school. As neurotic Ravenclaws, it was natural to have a plan if you didn't have your life settled by the age of thirty. People arranged marriages all over the world and lived long happy lives; two people who had been best friends since they were eleven should be able to handle something like that, right?
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