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“Hey…Storm?”
“Yeah?” Storm asked.
“Do you…” Clumsy tried off, a blush on his cheeks as he trailed off. Storm tilted her head, waiting for Clumsy to finish.
As of this moment, it was night now. Today’s patrols had ended a bit early, and she had declined to do any night ones. Thunder was fast asleep already so she could spend some private time with her boyfriend.
It had been over 70 years since she met Clumsy. Since they became partners. Since she had started raising a kid with his help. And those 70 years had been quite the journey.
Never in her life did she think she would have a daughter like Thunder. Or a partner like Clumsy. Those two had made one hell of a change on her life.
She was really proud of them all. She was really proud of her daughter. One day, she was going to be like her.
She was proving to be one of, if not the best archer she had ever trained. And one day…she might be leading the Smurf Village Aerial Defence Team. No, she would be. She had no doubt about it.
Unless she decided abruptly to change her career for some reason. She had no idea why, but she would burn that bridge when it came down to it.
“Do I…” Storm repeated, giving a reassuring smile so Clumsy could finish what he wanted to ask. Maybe he wanted to ask her if she wanted to get some pizza or something, which was fair. Pizza was delicious, “Do I…”
“…Do you want to have another kid?” Clumsy asked with a nervous smile and Storm blinked, her cheeks heating up at the question.
“N-Nevermind, it was a stupid question. One that you probably wouldn’t like,” Clumsy nervously chuckled before pretending to yawn. Terribly, “Man, am I tired.”
“Oh no, you’re not getting away from this conversation,” Storm said, stopping Clumsy from moving by pinning his arms to his sides and getting on top of him, “Now…tell me what brought this on?”
“…Is that a yes or no?”
“Still undecided,” Storm shrugged, “Now, tell me.”
“Well, just have been thinking about it a lot,” Clumsy shrugged in return, “Just…never did I think I would be raising a kid with one of the coolest and most beautiful people in the world. It’s been one heck of a journey and I’m glad to have walked it beside you.
But…for a while now, I’ve been having this feeling inside me. I don’t know how to describe it. Just…uncertainty.”
“Uncertainty?”
“Thunder’s not my…my kid. She is my kid but not my-my if you know what you mean,” Clumsy sighed, “I don’t know what I’m saying.”
“No, I understand,” Storm gave him a reassuring smile, “You…want your…own kid, right?”
“Y-Yeah?” Clumsy chuckled, “And also Thunder once said to me that she wished she had a brother or a sister.”
“Makes sense,” Storm shrugged before pausing and then asking, “Wait, why didn’t she say anything to me?”
“…It happened when I was putting her to sleep tonight.”
“Oh, that makes sense,” Storm nodded.
“So…about my question?” Clumsy asked, “Do you want to have another kid?”
Storm thought a long time about that question. If Clumsy had asked her that at the beginning of them raising Thunder…she would probably had said no.
At the time, she would’ve thought that one kid was more than enough. That it would be too much stress. That she wasn’t cut out for raising two kids.
Even now she had doubts but…at the same time, she knew.
She knew they could do this. From decades of experience, alongside one of her favourite Smurfs in the whole world. And like with Thunder, they wouldn’t be doing it alone.
Besides, it would nice for Thunder to have a baby sister. Or brother. Either way was fine with her. Though Clumsy probably, likely, definitely wanted a son.
“…Yes,” Storm nodded, gently taking hold of Clumsy’s hands, “Do you?”
“Y-Yeah!” Clumsy quietly shouted, mindful of their slumbering daughter before a thoughtful look crossed his face, “Wait, how do we do it?”
“Not the…physical way, of course,” Storm coughed into her fist, “The application that the others did, remember?”
“Right…”
“…Do you want a boy or a girl?”
“Eh,” Clumsy shrugged, “I’m fine either way. I just hope it’s not a hundred children.”
“Oh, well. I really don’t want to look like I’ve aged a thousand years.”
“Fair point. We should put that on the application form just in case the storks want to mess with us.”
“Who makes Baby Smurfs by the way?”
“No idea. The Man in the Moon?”