Page 31 of Mated to Fenrir
"Ah, a downside to immortality, an eternity of periods," I muttered.
He chuckled. "I've heard some of the goddesses complain about that."
"Still worth it, I imagine. But that's also good. I don't even know if I want children, but there's something appealing about knowing I could have more time to decide that I do."
He nodded.
"Do you have any?" I asked curiously.
"No."
"Do you want them?"
"Maybe one day. When I grow up," he teased.
I laughed. "So in another eight hundred years?"
"I don't know," he answered honestly, leaning across the table so that he was closer to me. "I'm not against the idea of having children, I've just never been with someone whom I wanted to raise them with."
"Not even your previous fated mates?"
"They were a future thing for me and my first mate. My second mate didn't want them."
"Ah." I ran my fingers over my glass. "Kids aren't a deal breaker for me. I was actually starting to assume that I wouldn't have any at all."
"Are you okay with that?"
"Yes. I didn't think I would be in my early twenties, but it's one of those things that, as time passed, I realised I had lots of other things in my life that brought me joy. I do want a dog though."
"You've never had one?"
"Honestly, I've always felt bad about the idea of leaving a dog at home all day while I'm at work, so I've never gotten one," I admitted.
The waiter arrived with our starters and placed them down in front of us. There was a part of me that wasn't sure whether we should have come for a formal meal out before the biting, but I knew that it was sensible to have something to slow us down. It meant that we could let our wolves calm down and make the decision based on what we want, rather than on what they demand of us.
I picked up one of my calamari rings and bit into it, not caring that I should really be using a knife and fork for it, given that we were in a nice restaurant. At least Fenrir didn't seem to care, and had picked up one of his ribs with his fingers too.
"So, you want a dog, but you're not sure about kids," he said. "What about travel?"
"What about it?"
"Is that something you want to do?"
I nodded. "I've been to a few places with my friends, but nowhere too exciting. I've never been to any of the Scandinavian countries, which I'm going to guess is a minus when dating a Norse god."
He chuckled. "It's also easily remedied."
"True. In all honesty, I like experiencing new places, but I hate staying away from home. I'd rather be comfortable in my own bed and then venture out for the day."
"Then you'll like the god realm," he said. "There's still a bit of travel involved, but there are portals connecting it to every country in the world. We can go on a day trip and then stop back at my house overnight."
"Your house?" I echoed.
"It's in the god realm," he said needlessly.
"I guessed. Am I allowed to go there?"
"Why wouldn't you be allowed in my house?" he asked.
