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"What do you think of children?" Lisbeth asked suddenly after sex, a cigarette in hand.

Mikael turned to her abruptly.

"Get used to the idea," was all she said as she extinguished the butt. "We've got about seven months."

He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

"Goodnight," she concluded, turning to lie on her side, her back toward him.

Mikael remained speechless, the large dragon tattoo now filling his vision.

Propping himself up, he reached out to place a hand on her bare hip. Meeting no resistance, he slid it to cover her flat stomach. Moving closer, he enveloped her small form in his.

He grinned inwardly when she inched back against him.

He fell asleep knowing that it wouldn't be long before her fingers joined his.


Finito.